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DO YOU GUYS WANT TO HEAR A STORY?!

So, I dunno if y'all know, but I'm at a college that lets me take classes at 4 other colleges as part of being a student. This semester, I have a class at another campus that meets Thursday from 1-4:30. Only Thursday. Most of my classes have like a max of 25 people, but this one, since it's at a different school that runs things differently, has ~70 students. This is fun because there is a higher chance that cute boys will be enrolled (also, it's not at my weird, hippie college that has like 2% cute boys and is disappointing). So, there's one boy who's pretty cute, but I don't think we should really interact because, based on what he says in class, I don't think we'd jive together.

There's also another cute boy (man, actually). One day, weeks ago, the professor was handing out Kindles for students without tablets of their own to rent, priority to those without smart phones etc. After those actually without smart phones (and those with Windows phones and no available apps) got theirs, I said that I had a smartphone, but that it was old and slow. I mentioned that I didn't want to give up my physical QWERTY keyboard. This guy, who is definitely attractive but also has a beard so I have barely thought of him, made a bit of small-talk with me about QWERTY keyboards on phones.

I walked away from that without really thinking about him, but recognizing that he was a QT. Then, three weeks ago, class was over and we were walking out of the building and I happened to be behind him. He held the door open for me and then proceeded to hella smalltalk with me. Like, the smallest of talk. But, because I am someone who has never been liked by like any boys ever, I was higgly piggly for hours after. I told my friends/housemates, and it was great. Except that on that Saturday, one of my housemate's friends, in response to my insistence that the smalltalk meant nothing other than that he's a friendly dude, said that that could mean everything, and that that might be the stupid shit you would say if you really wanted to talk to someone but didn't know what to say.

I had a mini panic attack (honestly and truly, I had to lay down) and lost weight because anxiety was upsetting my stomach. Absolutely nothing happened the next week, and last week he wasn't even in class, but I've been dressing up and wearing make-up Thursdays and only Thursdays, so I've also been taking selfies. This is one of them.

If you read all that, wow. I'm not quite sure why you did.

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DO YOU GUYS WANT TO HEAR A STORY?!

So, I dunno if y'all know, but I'm at a college that lets me take classes at 4 other colleges as part of being a student. This semester, I have a class at another campus that meets Thursday from 1-4:30. Only Thursday. Most of my classes have like a max of 25 people, but this one, since it's at a different school that runs things differently, has ~70 students. This is fun because there is a higher chance that cute boys will be enrolled (also, it's not at my weird, hippie college that has like 2% cute boys and is disappointing). So, there's one boy who's pretty cute, but I don't think we should really interact because, based on what he says in class, I don't think we'd jive together.

There's also another cute boy (man, actually). One day, weeks ago, the professor was handing out Kindles for students without tablets of their own to rent, priority to those without smart phones etc. After those actually without smart phones (and those with Windows phones and no available apps) got theirs, I said that I had a smartphone, but that it was old and slow. I mentioned that I didn't want to give up my physical QWERTY keyboard. This guy, who is definitely attractive but also has a beard so I have barely thought of him, made a bit of small-talk with me about QWERTY keyboards on phones.

I walked away from that without really thinking about him, but recognizing that he was a QT. Then, three weeks ago, class was over and we were walking out of the building and I happened to be behind him. He held the door open for me and then proceeded to hella smalltalk with me. Like, the smallest of talk. But, because I am someone who has never been liked by like any boys ever, I was higgly piggly for hours after. I told my friends/housemates, and it was great. Except that on that Saturday, one of my housemate's friends, in response to my insistence that the smalltalk meant nothing other than that he's a friendly dude, said that that could mean everything, and that that might be the stupid shit you would say if you really wanted to talk to someone but didn't know what to say.

I had a mini panic attack (honestly and truly, I had to lay down) and lost weight because anxiety was upsetting my stomach. Absolutely nothing happened the next week, and last week he wasn't even in class, but I've been dressing up and wearing make-up Thursdays and only Thursdays, so I've also been taking selfies. This is one of them.

If you read all that, wow. I'm not quite sure why you did.