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.
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.