Michael 2.0

Somewhere between having someone gunning for me, losing sleep to exams and 0400 crew practices, and just being a general dumbass, a boy found me interesting and pretty enough to like.

And I like him too.

His name is Michael, so when I say, “I’m gonna hang out with Michael,” my friends flip out and ask if it’s “really a good idea to go back to him.” It’s rather endearing to hear them express concern for me. What I find even funnier is Abe and Alex‘s reactions:

His name is MICHAEL! MICHAEL! I don’t like him already…

I’m gonna be honest, when I meet a guy named Michael he’s already starting off on the wrong foot with me. He’s at a negative one.

There’s a Michael in my lab group and I don’t talk to him just because his name is Michael. I REALLY don’t like that name…

He’s on the wrestling team and practices when I take my men’s novice eight boat down to the rowing machines.

The Cluster(fuck), my eight boat. John, Ion, Derek, Tyler, Shaner, George, Pranav, and Jake.

I oggle him from afar… And sometimes I catch him staring at me too. Just yesterday he peeled himself off the wrestling mats and said hi like an excited puppy. I thought it was very sweet; Alex wanted to shoot him, but I guess that’s a reflex reaction because Alex also said:

“He likes you, Jess. You know how you said you get attached too hard and quickly? I think he’s worse. You better hang on to that one.”

And then he drew this diagram of how I need to reel him in.

Abe is the submariine. Alex is the big fish with sharp teeth. I’m the fisher in the boat named “Collateral.” And Michael is the small fish on the hook.

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