This story embodies my perspective from a single night. I am trying to capture the feeling of this encounter and may have taken some liberties with the telling... my apologies.
This year I chose to be a treasure troll doll for Halloween. The costume was laborious. It took two hours to apply makeup and erect my green hair, but I'll admit, I looked awesome. My shirt was just tight enough and low enough that it made my failure to hit the "Halloween Slut" mark, a tantalizing success.
I carried this pride with a swagger and smile that matched the perfect balance of sobriety I'd achieved for the night. Now consider my surprise and desperate gratitude when I found myself face to face with the smudged and drunken face of the boy I'd pined over for half of my reasoned years.
We greeted with a hug and he began asking me to compare northern and southern CA. He clearly was of the opinion that Nor Cal people were made of a better moral fiber so I replied, "People are pretty much the same wherever you go. The distribution of morality is relatively constant. It just depends what kind of culture you are looking for. Do you want the boring conservatives or the crazy liberals?"
He asked if I was an Anthro major. I was surprised since we had both gone out of our way to take the hardest math classes in middle school.
"No she's not," our mutual friend responded with an implied sort of duhh (for which I'm very grateful).
"I'm a Bioengineering major." I declared, perhaps with an unwarranted amount of disdain. I have to admit it felt pretty good when he told me he was still at our community college preparing to transfer the following year. I thought to myself, "Dude, I'll have graduated by then."
I joined the table he'd been sitting at and I could tell he was wasted, yet incredibly curious about me. He kept saying we needed to catch up but I kept getting distracted as people joined the table with an introduction to me. One guy loudly stated, "This girl is awesome." upon meeting me (aw shucks). When I looked over next, this large, unattractive girl was flirting with him. I guess she was his hookup for the night cause she was sitting on his lap by the time I left. I couldn't help feeling satisfied with my apparent superiority. After what seemed like a five minute visit my boyfriend and co. came and swept me away. With a brief wave I sailed off arm in arm with my tall Scotchman and our entourage.
This year I chose to be a treasure troll doll for Halloween. The costume was laborious. It took two hours to apply makeup and erect my green hair, but I'll admit, I looked awesome. My shirt was just tight enough and low enough that it made my failure to hit the "Halloween Slut" mark, a tantalizing success.
I carried this pride with a swagger and smile that matched the perfect balance of sobriety I'd achieved for the night. Now consider my surprise and desperate gratitude when I found myself face to face with the smudged and drunken face of the boy I'd pined over for half of my reasoned years.
We greeted with a hug and he began asking me to compare northern and southern CA. He clearly was of the opinion that Nor Cal people were made of a better moral fiber so I replied, "People are pretty much the same wherever you go. The distribution of morality is relatively constant. It just depends what kind of culture you are looking for. Do you want the boring conservatives or the crazy liberals?"
He asked if I was an Anthro major. I was surprised since we had both gone out of our way to take the hardest math classes in middle school.
"No she's not," our mutual friend responded with an implied sort of duhh (for which I'm very grateful).
"I'm a Bioengineering major." I declared, perhaps with an unwarranted amount of disdain. I have to admit it felt pretty good when he told me he was still at our community college preparing to transfer the following year. I thought to myself, "Dude, I'll have graduated by then."
I joined the table he'd been sitting at and I could tell he was wasted, yet incredibly curious about me. He kept saying we needed to catch up but I kept getting distracted as people joined the table with an introduction to me. One guy loudly stated, "This girl is awesome." upon meeting me (aw shucks). When I looked over next, this large, unattractive girl was flirting with him. I guess she was his hookup for the night cause she was sitting on his lap by the time I left. I couldn't help feeling satisfied with my apparent superiority. After what seemed like a five minute visit my boyfriend and co. came and swept me away. With a brief wave I sailed off arm in arm with my tall Scotchman and our entourage.
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