KiInCollege
Senior Don Juan
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- Jan 21, 2002
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I consider myself an 8 but 6 in the body. I notice a 9 classmate waiting for our Calculus II class to begin. After having gotten brief eye contact and finding my smile returned…
Ki: Hey girl, what's your name?
*I am not trying to be her friend. My interest in her would be obvious to anyone standing within ten or even thirty feet away.
Her: Hey, I’m Dana.
Ki: That's a pretty name...
I wait briefly to see if she will ask for my name (interest level gauge).
Dana: What’s yours?
*Oh goodie…
Ki: It’s Ki. Nice to meet cha.
Dana: Yeah (smiles).
Ki: (smiles with eye contact) So, whaddya think about our class?
Dana: Oh God, don’t get me started.
The mild ranting begins.
Ki: I know…our teacher’s frikkin’ crazy. But he knows his stuff.
Dana: Yeah, that’s true…
The conversation continues for a few more minutes.
Ki: Well hey, it’s about time to get in there. Lemme call you up sometime (playfully seductive smile).
*Notice I didn’t ask; I demanded in a very warm way, while delivering a killer smile.
Dana: Okay (smiles)…
Ki: (Smiles)...
I close in on her personal space as she writes her number down; seeming as though I’m checking to make sure she’s writing legibly. When she looks up to hand me the number, my face is half a foot away, with my eyes meeting hers. A breath escapes her. I take the number.
We walk into class. I do not sit next to her, but rather in my usual seat. I wonder if she will follow me to my seat, but she takes her usual seat as well. Well played, my dear…
(to be continued)
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My insecurities once fueled my life. Now I've nothing but burning passion.
"It tastes like buuurning." Ralph Wiggum
[This message has been edited by KiInCollege (edited 01-23-2002).]
Ki: Hey girl, what's your name?
*I am not trying to be her friend. My interest in her would be obvious to anyone standing within ten or even thirty feet away.
Her: Hey, I’m Dana.
Ki: That's a pretty name...
I wait briefly to see if she will ask for my name (interest level gauge).
Dana: What’s yours?
*Oh goodie…
Ki: It’s Ki. Nice to meet cha.
Dana: Yeah (smiles).
Ki: (smiles with eye contact) So, whaddya think about our class?
Dana: Oh God, don’t get me started.
The mild ranting begins.
Ki: I know…our teacher’s frikkin’ crazy. But he knows his stuff.
Dana: Yeah, that’s true…
The conversation continues for a few more minutes.
Ki: Well hey, it’s about time to get in there. Lemme call you up sometime (playfully seductive smile).
*Notice I didn’t ask; I demanded in a very warm way, while delivering a killer smile.
Dana: Okay (smiles)…
Ki: (Smiles)...
I close in on her personal space as she writes her number down; seeming as though I’m checking to make sure she’s writing legibly. When she looks up to hand me the number, my face is half a foot away, with my eyes meeting hers. A breath escapes her. I take the number.
We walk into class. I do not sit next to her, but rather in my usual seat. I wonder if she will follow me to my seat, but she takes her usual seat as well. Well played, my dear…
(to be continued)
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My insecurities once fueled my life. Now I've nothing but burning passion.
"It tastes like buuurning." Ralph Wiggum
[This message has been edited by KiInCollege (edited 01-23-2002).]