The warm, fuzzy kind of guilt.
Well, I feel...sadly happy. I probably shouldn't feel as good as I do, especially since I just did poorly on a test worth 10% of my final grade. But this weekend was good.
Sunday, I went to Dows looking for Jami, who wasn't there. I left in the direction of Pfieffer, and got about to the stairway door, at which point a girl (Last name starts with a B...something..ova) walked out of the bathroom in a towel. Normally this is sort of nice, but she was walking towards me, I was confused, and intrigued. She walked directly at me, not swerving to go into a room. :: insert feelings of "???" :: I held the door open for her, and she thanked me. (Now, I want it to be perfectly clear that the towel started just after her armpits and ended...where it was necessary). She then started walking UP THE STAIRS. I felt guilty, but a warm, fuzzy kind of guilty. Then the day turned to shit.
So after all that I wandered into a girl's room and promptly (within one minute), heard the words "We should play a strip game." And soon after 2 girls and 2 guys began playing Strip Phase 10, a quite good game. I got to the end of the tenth phase having only lost 2 articles of clothing, whereas they were both naked. Yeah. Night went on. Quoth she, "What the CRIPPLE???" (Big hint...it was, in the company, hilarious. Yet it wasn't intentional.)
Pizza's done, I go bye-bye. (ENGLISH MAJORS!!!)
Sunday, I went to Dows looking for Jami, who wasn't there. I left in the direction of Pfieffer, and got about to the stairway door, at which point a girl (Last name starts with a B...something..ova) walked out of the bathroom in a towel. Normally this is sort of nice, but she was walking towards me, I was confused, and intrigued. She walked directly at me, not swerving to go into a room. :: insert feelings of "???" :: I held the door open for her, and she thanked me. (Now, I want it to be perfectly clear that the towel started just after her armpits and ended...where it was necessary). She then started walking UP THE STAIRS. I felt guilty, but a warm, fuzzy kind of guilty. Then the day turned to shit.
So after all that I wandered into a girl's room and promptly (within one minute), heard the words "We should play a strip game." And soon after 2 girls and 2 guys began playing Strip Phase 10, a quite good game. I got to the end of the tenth phase having only lost 2 articles of clothing, whereas they were both naked. Yeah. Night went on. Quoth she, "What the CRIPPLE???" (Big hint...it was, in the company, hilarious. Yet it wasn't intentional.)
Pizza's done, I go bye-bye. (ENGLISH MAJORS!!!)