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September 19, 2006 on 9:00 pm | In School, Life | 223 Comments

Undeniably one the weirdest things to do is to distract someone while they are working. I will wait I get home to post this. No, I will post it here so that I can fully describe what I am feeling. So I am sitting down doing my class work in the school’s cafe. 3 girls sit across about 50 feet away. I nodded to one thinking it was someone else and that was a wrong move. The one girl then approached me while I was working and that was when I noticed that it wasn’t the girl I knew but a totally different person in general. So we greet each other and she goes on to tell me that the girl at her table wants to “holla”. She then goes to ask me if I am interested. How can I be interested, I AM DOING MY CLASS WORK. I tend to take this extremely seriously; my class work. Her friend playfully puts a paper covering her face as I look up to see which girl she is talking about. The girl that she was talking about, I did catch eyes with her before when I was in the cafe early. I raised a brow whether she was Hispanic or Asian. The girl destroyed my reasoning when she told me, “The Spanish girl over there wants to hook up.” When she told me that, I didn’t get into a defensive stance but I released a gentle laugh. She goes on telling me that we’re not in high school anymore and that I should approach. I then say to myself, “If the girl is interested, why doesn’t she approach me?” I automatically know with my powerful stereotyping skills that this is their first semester at college. The girl sported a full Tommy outfit, no one wears Tommy Hilfiger anymore (coming from a guy with a fashion sense). I said I’ll talk to her when I see her around. She goes on to ask for my age and racial background. At this time I wanted to cut the conversation and tiger uppercut her for getting in my biz. When the word German slides out of my mouth she says, “German!” She said it with excitement. I then tell her again that I will talk to her when I see her around. I’d rather have a girl hit on me than a guy. When it’s a guy, the situation feels so weird that I can’t seem to say, I’m not gay! Rather I tell them I have a girl friend and brush it off. Anyway, she returns to her table to give her friends all the details. I am 21, if I want to “holla” at you I will approach you and ask your name in an adult like manner. Not send someone over to talk to you as if we are still in high school. Those horrible days are over. Now back to class work I go. Stupid interruptions.