Moral of the story: Don't talk to strangers...the people who tell you that's how they met their best friend lie.
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| Making Friends | ||||||||
| Considering how talkative (long-winded, whatever) I am writing all these stories online, you wouldn't think I am a shy person, but in the real world, I am. So I've often wondered how random people just meet somewhere and make friends...today, I found out. I was leaving the Fine Arts building after communications to go to my dorm and sleep. As I'm cutting across the lawn to the Oak Street sidewalk, I see an old guy (okay, old to me, about 25 to everyone else) smile and start to slow his pace...oh great, we were going to end up at the same point at the same time, he's planning for a chat. So we do the normal "hi, how are you?" and I try to speed up a few steps, but Alex (we exchanged names while he caught up to me) wants to complain about the cold. I make the typical Southerner comment, and find out he's from Illinios. If you're from up north, 62 degrees is NOT cold! Wimp. I try to speed up again...but Alex has "the biggest paper of his life" due in philosophy that he thinks I need to know about. It's 6 pages....I was writing 6 page papers regularly in high school, hell, some of these stories could be 6 pages if I didn't take pity on my readers and limit myself! One last time, I try to speed up...but Alex wants to know if I'm going out this weekend. Okay, I am not making a date with him...been down that road twice already, great stories, horrible experiences! So..."Yea, I think we are going to Tallahassee tonight. Got to get out of Valdosta once in a while!" Would most guys get the hint here you are being shut down? (If not, someone come tell me some better ways please, it's the 3rd time this month I've failed..) Alex tries to be clever now, "Well, you know that here you can always go to Remerton, Remerton, JP's then Remerton...and yea, Remerton." Okay smart one, what 10 year old did you steal that line from? So here we reached the road between Hopper Hall and the Palms, where I usually always turn into and cut across campus to go home, but Alex was going that way to calss, and frankly I was sick of him before we even started talking...I walked the long was behind Palms to get to Langdale. The lengths I have to go to avoiding bad date #3....(It wouldn't have even been a good story, I mean "Home Alone 3" and "Free Willy 3" didn't work, why would "The Blind Date That Never Ends.") Moral of the story: Don't talk to strangers...the people who tell you that's how they met their best friend lie. |
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