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Wow. That poor guy. That poor, clueless guy. Never stood a chance.
Wait! Thats the girl! The one from Music Theory. There weren't too many of them too the class, but something like that is regular for a Music Theory class. Twelve? Fourteen maybe.
But that's not the point. I am loving this girl about now. She's so hateful, its new. I'm sick of these bubbly cheerleaders eith empty heads. Vapid little golems of the future's adult film industry.
I've always been like this, though. I don't know how many times i've had to explain that no matter how nice the person is, that I discriminate against blondes.
But i'm sidetracking myself. Look at this girl. I've got to talk to her. I'm not chasing tail, am I? Am I interested in the fact that this one is obviously a music lover, or is she just another hopeful?
One way to find out, I guess. But what makes me think i've got a chance?
That's right, I don't have a chance. That's whats going to make this fun.
So I grabbed my stuff and started my "persuit". I would talk to this girl if it cost me my dignity and physical pain.
"Hey, you!"
She kept walking. Ignoring? Oblivious? I had to make an ass out of myself to find out.
"You're from my Music Theory class, right? We're going to talk one day. Over coffee, tea, sodaliquorwater whatever. After our next class."
".....And your name? Or will I just call you Mr. Presumptuous?"
"Victor. And then there was an awkward pause, and he kinda just walked away."
And then there was an awkward pause, and I kinda just walked away.
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