i'm going to pretend your name is lisa. you look like a
lisa. i was studying at one of the far corner desks when you walked
in, all red hair and legs. i'm only five ten so you might actually be
taller than me but that's fine because i'm not one of those shallow
traditionalist guys that needs to feel completely dominant. because
guys like that just annoy me.
you were turning in a jack kerouac novel. i haven't read
him but i just wikipedia'd him and apparently he writes spontaneously
and about all sorts of topics like promiscuity and buddhism. cool.
you must be smart.
you're probably the kind of girl who wore glasses well
into high school and then decided to switch to contacts just to throw
people off your nerd scent. i can dig it.
i was going to get up and ask you out to that hipster
coffee shop downtown but then you left and i had homework to finish
so i decided to let you go. hope i don't regret that later. i
probably won't, because the homework i had to finish was a mock logo
for a fake water company and it looks badass.
i'm glad no one knows i have a blog. i feel like i lose
dude points every time i crush on a girl from afar based on her
literature choices and not her ass. not gonna change my name, though,
or give people whose names i actually know nicknames, that's too much
damn work.
lisa, if you ever read this, your ass is nice too.
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