I ran into a boy today, whom in my freshman year I had three classes with both semesters. I haven't talked to him since first semester of my sophomore year. So I was excited when I ran into him today. He was happy to see me too (as always). The story here is that we kinda liked each other as maybe more than classmates or friends. The downer to the tale is that he had a girlfriend the whole time. He kept talking about her to try to make me jealous...needless to say, he failed. The girl was like sixteen, I wasn't about to become jealous of some high school harlot I could probably take in my sleep.
Second sem of frosh year, we sat side by side in English 101. There were twelve people in this class counting the teacher--eleven men and me. He and I would pass notes back and forth in class and I still have the notebook they were written in. Mr. Reller our teacher never noticed a damn thing.
He would always try to sweet talk me into doing his papers for him, because he knew if he begged and flirted long enough I'd eventually give in. I never did. I was like, "Honey, i'll type these papers for you, but I won't write them." and he'd respond, "come on, Becky!" and He'd get really close to my face. He was my personal Chad Dylan Cooper...that's why I like Chad...wow, that's a sad realization.
This guy has the stereotypical look of a basketball player. He's tall and blond and wears his weight well. However, I thought the cutest part of this guy was the fact that he freckles. Trust me I was close enough to his face to notice.
We almost kissed once...but I was not about to help this guy cheat on his girlfriend. I have way better morals than that.
So when we saw each other it wasn't awkward, it was pleasant. He still smiled when we looked into each other's eyes. I smiled too. It was a breif encounter, but it was nice to talk to him even for five minutes of my life.
Oh and point of clarification: He is American not European. So I do like Yanks occassionally. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we hooked up. Well I'd label myself a whore for hooking up with a guy in a relationship and then I'd break it off or have her killed which ever isn't cost effective.
Gah, I just hate that. All the awkwardness that passed between us has fluttered into oblivion. I'll never know where he stood and he won't know how I felt.
Dang, we are Sonny and Chad except they "confessed" to each other their feelings in the last episode of season 1. That was an awkward moment even for me and all I did was watch it.