Entry #7 - Dentistry Girl
Prospective Female:
Dentistry Grad Student?
Thoughts:
The classic story of girl meets boy, girl needs to fix bike, boy offers to fix said bike, boy drunkenly tells girl to find him on Facebook, and then girl never contacts him again?
Level of Inebriation:
First Meeting: Painfully and awkwardly shy
Second Meeting: “Oh I’ll fix your bike ^_^!!! FIND ME ON FACEBOOK!”
(Note: this is after a tall can of Joosed and three cans of Asahi)
Interaction?
I occasionally ride bikes with my friends. When we meet up on campus, people tend to stop and ask us if we are a group or what not. Sometimes, girls ask us about our bike ride. Sometimes they are cute.
So sure enough, two weeks ago a cute girl stopped by and asked us about our ride. She began conversing with us about the shabby state of operation that her bike was in. Despite two of my friends’ best efforts to guide her towards me, I was somehow oblivious to the opportunity of volunteering to fix her bike and/or getting to know her as a result of this. I think I may have just told her to go to the campus bike shop or something. I’m sure Kanye would be asking me, how could I be so heartless? But I digress…
One week passes by. I discovered some terrible news this past Monday and struggled to make it through the work and school day without a case of the Mondays. I proceeded to respond to the situation, the only way I know how; by drowning my sorrows with mind numbing alcohol.
So of course later that night after I show up to our group bike ride slightly inebriated, the girl shows up again for some chit chat (and possibly more). Learning from my mistake from the previous week, I immediately sprung into action and began conversing with her whilst wearing a stupid grin on my face. I somehow communicated with her, that I could repair her bike for her, and that she should get in contact with me. Of course rather than conventional methods of communication, I stupidly suggested she look me up on Facebook instead (which ranks as pretty creepy amongst the methods of making the first move).
Why it will never work out:
Because I am still waiting for that goddamned red notification on Facebook to pop up from her, and not from one of those inane quizzes you assholes take. Also I’m not exactly sure how to spell her name.
