Regardless of your adoration of incorrect grammar, let me quickly finish off the story. The theatre we were attending oversold tickets by nearly 200%, which means the place was totally mobbed. I’d like to add at this point that Penn students are incredibly unnattractive, in general. As i looked around in the mob, i couldn’t find a single girl who i’d swoon for (or a single guy that’d cause me to question my sexuality :). Luckily, once inside the theatre i did wind up with Ariel’s friend Elise in what had to be the most attractive row of Penn students in the entire place. And the gods rejoiced!
So, last night on the way home from the recording studio i randomly ran into Ariel as he was walking to his campus from the train station. Ariel is a great friend of mine who just happens to go to the snooty ivy-leauge university that’s situated across the street from here. I began walking with him, and he reminded me that i had promised to see a show he designed the set for, and that it was closing night. I immediately felt pretty shitty about this, because Ariel comes to see every show i’m involved with at Drexel, but I didn’t give him a firm answer about it until he reminded me that a certain female friend of his might be attending, and that i could hang out with her after the show while he took down the set. Don’t you love run-on sentences?
As for flirting… i’ve come to realize that the girl i’m interested is the type that can and will flirt with anyone, but could never commit herself to one boy because she’d lose the attention of all the others. And, while she does flirt a bit more outrageously with me, ultimately it’s probably because she feels less imminently threatened by my returned sexual advances. Oh well. Apparently she told me i had nice hair at Orientation.
Yeah, so, today was the huge tech-day for the mainstage play, and i attended despite having told off various members of my theatre community over the course of the week that i wasn’t even vaguely interested in theatre. Yep, i love the scent of bridges burning. Anyhow, i got there a bit late and the first person who commented about it was told to “kiss my ass,” which pretty much set the tone for the day. However it was fun, and i got to hang out with tons of people who i haven’t seen at all recently since i’ve been totally out of the loop. And, yes, i got to flirt a bunch. I’m getting better at it. And, the “boy-friend” is totally non-existent. Never even occurred. And we painted each other a bunch…
Hypothetically, say there’s this girl who you fell for the first time she ever spoke to you. Let’s say you thought her sweetness was a fluke until she started flirting a little. Let’s say you thought it was nothing but then the next week she flirted with you again. Let’s say she put her head on your shoulder. Let’s say she was having a boy friend sleep over for the night, and talks about her nervousness at length. And then let’s say she tells you that she feels like she knows you so well even though you’ve ever spent 4 hours together as you walk her home.