As if Cupid didnt make love more complicated than it already is, you'll never guess what happened to me today.
The other week, while I was out with an eye-infection, I missed a major test, which explained my pressence at the Student Testing Lab Center so early this gruesome morning (ok, so it was almost 11 o'clock, but on a Monday, that's still pretty early for someone like me).
As I walked into the testing center, Corrie, the not-so-hot girl, was walking out. We both froze. Ever since last week, on that eventful day when I learned the meaning of no, things have been really uncomfortable between us. Kinda like when you see your best friend wearing a brown belt and black shoes.
CORRIE: Hi.
ME: Hey.
CORRIE: So...you here to take a test?
ME: Uh, yeah.
CORRIE: Cool. Cool.
ME: Yeah. You?
CORRIE: Uh, no. I'm just...just leaving.
ME: Cool.
CORRIE: Cool.
ME: Ok, well, I'll see you later.
CORRIE: Yeah. Bye.
You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. Yeah. Right. I zoned Corrie out of mind and focused all my orange mocha frappuccino-energy into my test. That is, until I handed my test in to the secretary.
SECRETARY: Oh, just a moment! I have something for you!
ME: Me?
SECRETARY: Yes! You! Your friend left you something.
ME: My friend?
SECRETARY: Yes. Now, where did I put it?
She glanced around her desk which was covered by two Whataburger wrappers, a large carton of french fries, several ketchup packages and a can of diet coke. I wondered how someone so messy could be in charge of handling paperwork. My question was soon answered as I noticed the colorful Post-it's all over her computer screen. She then made a grab for one of them and handed it to me.
SECRETARY: Here you go!
ME: Thanks.
It was a note from Corrie that read:
The other week, while I was out with an eye-infection, I missed a major test, which explained my pressence at the Student Testing Lab Center so early this gruesome morning (ok, so it was almost 11 o'clock, but on a Monday, that's still pretty early for someone like me).
As I walked into the testing center, Corrie, the not-so-hot girl, was walking out. We both froze. Ever since last week, on that eventful day when I learned the meaning of no, things have been really uncomfortable between us. Kinda like when you see your best friend wearing a brown belt and black shoes.
CORRIE: Hi.
ME: Hey.
CORRIE: So...you here to take a test?
ME: Uh, yeah.
CORRIE: Cool. Cool.
ME: Yeah. You?
CORRIE: Uh, no. I'm just...just leaving.
ME: Cool.
CORRIE: Cool.
ME: Ok, well, I'll see you later.
CORRIE: Yeah. Bye.
You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. Yeah. Right. I zoned Corrie out of mind and focused all my orange mocha frappuccino-energy into my test. That is, until I handed my test in to the secretary.
SECRETARY: Oh, just a moment! I have something for you!
ME: Me?
SECRETARY: Yes! You! Your friend left you something.
ME: My friend?
SECRETARY: Yes. Now, where did I put it?
She glanced around her desk which was covered by two Whataburger wrappers, a large carton of french fries, several ketchup packages and a can of diet coke. I wondered how someone so messy could be in charge of handling paperwork. My question was soon answered as I noticed the colorful Post-it's all over her computer screen. She then made a grab for one of them and handed it to me.
SECRETARY: Here you go!
ME: Thanks.
It was a note from Corrie that read:
Now, obviously that wasnt her real number, but I cant post it, because I know some of you would actually call it and crank call (yes, Ivan, I'm talking to you). I've heard of breaking up via Post-it, but never have I heard of asking out via Post-it. Was Corrie seriously asking me what I was doing February 14, Valentine's Day, aka the most romantic day of the year?! I dont think so.
The only thing now is, do I call and tell her something along the lines of "Thanks, but no thanks," or do I just not call at all? And if I dont call, what do I say to her in class tomorrow? It's like Shakespeare once said, "Oh, Cupid, doest thou not not know if I am pricked with love's sweet arrow, I too shall bleed?" Ok, so I made it up, but the Ye Olde English twist, totally fits.
The only thing now is, do I call and tell her something along the lines of "Thanks, but no thanks," or do I just not call at all? And if I dont call, what do I say to her in class tomorrow? It's like Shakespeare once said, "Oh, Cupid, doest thou not not know if I am pricked with love's sweet arrow, I too shall bleed?" Ok, so I made it up, but the Ye Olde English twist, totally fits.
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