PatrickG
11-20-2005, 09:22 PM
So there's this girl I know. Cute. Funny. Smart.
She's been a friend of a friend for awhile via different friends. We never really hung out a lot but have been a bit more this semester.
At dinner the other night, it was weird. Whenever dinner conversation split up, we would have our own side conversations and we kept shooting eachother looks, telegraphing how we were thinking the same things. Then, we went outside and sung and danced. I sang badly; she sang quite well. Our group decided we should go Beatles caroling at one point. For a long time, she started every sentence talking about her boyfriend who lives an hour or two away but it was weird because in spite of that, it felt like there was some chemistry there.
Halfway through our attempt at a Charleston, I looked up and realized that our mutual friend was shooting odd glances at us. And not because of the silly dancing, which is pretty normal in the circles we travel in. I noticed that he kept glancing at our side conversations and gestures and in-jokes in that "I have something I'm thinking that I won't say out loud way".
Now, what's weirder?
Her boyfriend is a cross dresser who has a purse exactly like Deathlok's, apparently.
So, uhm... Deathlok? I'm sorry BOTH for starting this thread and (maybe) wanting to steal your girlfriend.
She's been a friend of a friend for awhile via different friends. We never really hung out a lot but have been a bit more this semester.
At dinner the other night, it was weird. Whenever dinner conversation split up, we would have our own side conversations and we kept shooting eachother looks, telegraphing how we were thinking the same things. Then, we went outside and sung and danced. I sang badly; she sang quite well. Our group decided we should go Beatles caroling at one point. For a long time, she started every sentence talking about her boyfriend who lives an hour or two away but it was weird because in spite of that, it felt like there was some chemistry there.
Halfway through our attempt at a Charleston, I looked up and realized that our mutual friend was shooting odd glances at us. And not because of the silly dancing, which is pretty normal in the circles we travel in. I noticed that he kept glancing at our side conversations and gestures and in-jokes in that "I have something I'm thinking that I won't say out loud way".
Now, what's weirder?
Her boyfriend is a cross dresser who has a purse exactly like Deathlok's, apparently.
So, uhm... Deathlok? I'm sorry BOTH for starting this thread and (maybe) wanting to steal your girlfriend.