Conversational Entertainment
My friend Nikki and I were standing outside while she smoked this afternoon (I'm a dedicated second-hand smoker), talking about classes and homework and such, and she was starting to share a story from last term. It should be noted that there are two Daves in our program; last term they were in separate sections, and this term things are shaken up a bit, so both are in the same section. We've pretty well all gotten to know each other now, even those of us who don't have classes together. It should also be noted that Nikki is firmly and monogamously attached to her own sweetheart, lest this produce any confusion. Anyway, we were talking about an experience she had with the homework for one of her classes (she was mostly in the other section), and she said, "so I emailed Dave -- my Dave, not your Dave -- and..."
At this point, we had ourselves a bit of a giggle, and there were comments like "it's nice to have a Dave, isn't it?"
Okay, maybe you had to be there. I don't talk about my friends at school, as a whole, anywhere near as much as I should. I swear, Dave isn't the only one I ever talk to. Honest!
At this point, we had ourselves a bit of a giggle, and there were comments like "it's nice to have a Dave, isn't it?"
Okay, maybe you had to be there. I don't talk about my friends at school, as a whole, anywhere near as much as I should. I swear, Dave isn't the only one I ever talk to. Honest!