Sometimes I think I look into subtle things a little too deeply. Coincidences and ironic situations for example. I live for them or something. I overanalyze every situation, kill it till its dead and then resurrect it through flashbacks.
However,
There's this guy. I know his name now. I even have his number. It's amazing how I have knowledge to all these valuable things; I haven't even spoken to the guy. No, I know what your'e thinking... I'm a stalker/creeper/psycho. No. The matter of fact is, I haven't even done anything.
The name and number came to me as some sort of delivery from a friend. I literally woke up to a phone call one day and got these things.
So let's re-cap.
Sometime at the beginning of this quarter... I felt like a pile of shit.
Some weeks later I start to feel like a productive human being again; I go out for yogurt with friends.
While walking back to the apartment from the parking garage this guy is riding his bicycle behind us. I simply say, "Hey, there's someone behind us. Let's divide." We were crowding his path. I know how difficult it is to ride one of those fancy bikes; I see people on the way to York Hall fall from it and eat shit on a daily basis.
He passes by me and flashes me a smile and says "Thank you."
For some unknown reason, something is sparked inside me. I smile the first real smile I've smiled for weeks.
So I am riding on this extreme, sudden jolt of adrenaline and so as he rides away on his bike I slap his butt... he was wearing really nice jeans. Don't ask, I don't know.
Just my luck, he turns around and catches me in the act.
I could have sworn I saw a hint of a mischievous smile... but I ran for dear life. Oh, how embarrassing. UGH!
Literally, the next night. My friends and I are in a car, the light is red and we are next to a bike lane. Guess who was on that lane? Yes. So my friend rolls down the window (I was sitting in the middle) and yells out "Hey! We saw you last night. My friend slapped your ass. She thinks you're cute." I'm about to hyperventilate and die of embarrassment at this point and then I hear "Oh, really..." I think to myself, "Fuck, turn green...green...green....green" It turns green. I am saved!
So I thought that was the last of it.
Last week of Fall Quarter comes rolling in. It's 2 in the afternoon and I'm still sleeping, sleeping away the torture of finals week. I get a phone call which I routinely ignore with the "ignore" button, but damn, it was a persistent phone call I noticed. I answer on the 5th ring. It was my friend Jackie. Her voice on the opposite line resembles a teeny-bopper me. I think, "WTF is going on?" She spills about her run-in with the "bike boy" and how she knows his name and talked about me and how she got his number for me. I love friends!
Of course, she gaves me the number later on. I store it, and let it rot in my digital phone book. Again, I think, "Cool, that's the last of it."
1st Week of Winter Quarter rolls in... I see him at Muir.
2nd Week, I see him by the Che Cafe hill while I am in bus... I've stopped taking the bus, but I just really had to that day for some reason.
3rd Week, we meet each other at the Institute of the Americas area.
Just an hour later, same day... I see him biking around in circles at The Grove.
4th Week, Laundry room... too much to analyze or even mention -__-
Mood: Overwhelmed.
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