Like, okay, so I was standing in line? At the salad bar? And this guy is in front of me, and he's putting like every single item on his salad, right? And so he says something, and I wasn't listening, and then it becomes clear that he's talking to me, right? So I look over, and I, like, respond, but I respond as if I know him - thinking that he was, like, a former student or something - and then he keeps talking and it's, like, totally obvious that he was never my student and that he thought that I was, like, a student. For real. And I'm, like, pretty sure that he was hitting on me. Or that he was crazy. Whatever.
And then, like, as I was walking back from the cafeteria? You know? And as I approached the door, this guy who was far ahead of me made a point of waiting for me and holding the door for me? Like, what's going on? Is it the pink shirt I'm wearing? Spring in the air? Like, what?
And now back to non-high-school ways of thinking....
5 years ago