Wrestlers From Jersey
I had my day-long orientation at UMD today. What a drag the entire day has been - from waking at 6:45 to trying to catch classes that are harder to hold onto than greased monkeys .... it was aweful. I'll post my schedule at a later date, but let me tell you it's something of an international mess of scholastic leftovers.
The whole the day went by kind of hit or miss. Didn't really want to make any friends - I suppose you can say I'm shallow. The one girl who looked like she could be my type turned out to be wearing flipflops, which is a definate deal breaker. Another girl I started talking to started telling me about her church, so I nipped that conversation short. It was all something of a crash and burn.
However, towards the end (4 pm) I was in a massive line waiting to get my student ID when a masculine voice behind me said, "Dude, this is the third time I've been in this line."
I turned and was floored. A stunning sight stood before me, in a cerulean blue t-shirt that made his dripping brown eyes explode like chocolates in his boxy, brawny face. He had short brown hair and light stubble on his upper lip and neck, tapered down his sideburns to strap his chin. I began a nervous conversation with him, keeping my cool by digging into my bag, which I had pried open at first to find my student ID but was now using to deflect his direct glare and my wandering eyes.
We spoke for a long time, never growing awkward into lulls that happen when people don't know each other. His name was (Matthew?), from New Jersey, a freshman, going to business school, and .... a wrestler. Without making it obvious, I made attempts at looking at his body and noticed his thick arms, thick chest and thick legs. Gorgeous. Yes, a wrestler, indeed. I began to sweat a bit.
When we got to the front of the line, I was up first so I took my picture with the first available assistant. I was done before him, and as I began to walk away to take a survey while my ID card printed, I saw him looking for me through the crowd, and I pointed towards the stairs, where the survey was being distributed. He nodded, and a minute later, he sat next to me on a sofa where I was taking my survey. We finished them together, filling in silly answers.
And now, people, I was definately going to ask him for his number. I was absolutely going to do it in a harmless way ("So, man, since we're both new, maybe we should exchange numbers. Help each other get by, grab lunch together or something sometime.") However, as we both stepped out into the balmy, gray weather of the afternoon, and as I turned to him to open my mouth, a whistle rang out and (Matthew?) turned to salute his father, who was waiting for him on the side.
I grabbed Matthew's hand, shaking it. "It was good to meet you, man," and I disappeared across the mall towards the Metro bus.
The whole the day went by kind of hit or miss. Didn't really want to make any friends - I suppose you can say I'm shallow. The one girl who looked like she could be my type turned out to be wearing flipflops, which is a definate deal breaker. Another girl I started talking to started telling me about her church, so I nipped that conversation short. It was all something of a crash and burn.
However, towards the end (4 pm) I was in a massive line waiting to get my student ID when a masculine voice behind me said, "Dude, this is the third time I've been in this line."
I turned and was floored. A stunning sight stood before me, in a cerulean blue t-shirt that made his dripping brown eyes explode like chocolates in his boxy, brawny face. He had short brown hair and light stubble on his upper lip and neck, tapered down his sideburns to strap his chin. I began a nervous conversation with him, keeping my cool by digging into my bag, which I had pried open at first to find my student ID but was now using to deflect his direct glare and my wandering eyes.
We spoke for a long time, never growing awkward into lulls that happen when people don't know each other. His name was (Matthew?), from New Jersey, a freshman, going to business school, and .... a wrestler. Without making it obvious, I made attempts at looking at his body and noticed his thick arms, thick chest and thick legs. Gorgeous. Yes, a wrestler, indeed. I began to sweat a bit.
When we got to the front of the line, I was up first so I took my picture with the first available assistant. I was done before him, and as I began to walk away to take a survey while my ID card printed, I saw him looking for me through the crowd, and I pointed towards the stairs, where the survey was being distributed. He nodded, and a minute later, he sat next to me on a sofa where I was taking my survey. We finished them together, filling in silly answers.
And now, people, I was definately going to ask him for his number. I was absolutely going to do it in a harmless way ("So, man, since we're both new, maybe we should exchange numbers. Help each other get by, grab lunch together or something sometime.") However, as we both stepped out into the balmy, gray weather of the afternoon, and as I turned to him to open my mouth, a whistle rang out and (Matthew?) turned to salute his father, who was waiting for him on the side.
I grabbed Matthew's hand, shaking it. "It was good to meet you, man," and I disappeared across the mall towards the Metro bus.