When I was a sophomore, there was this dreamy guy in my music theory class. Let's call him Mr. Yummy. He was so yummy, that I wanted to just eat him right up.
Anyway, I started sitting near him in class and chatting with him. He was just so completely cute and funny that I could NOT get over it.
We had a test coming up in music theory, so I asked Mr. Yummy and his friend if they wanted to join me in studying.
They said no in that sort of way where they're still being nice about it and make it sound like they have legit reasons not to, but really they are saying no because they don't want to.
I knew that there had to be some reason behind it. I added both of them on Facebook, only to discover that Mr. Yummy had a long-distance girlfriend. Who was really pretty and extremely skinny. So of course, I hated her.
I let things lie at that point. I still was friendly to him when I ran into him, but I didn't go out of my way to hang out with him or talk to him.
Fast-forward two years. Mr. Yummy and his girlfriend were broken up. I started to like him again. I realized that he would be perfect husband material. Not only was he honestly a good person, but he was also very family-oriented and good with kids. Plus, he played jazz trombone. Sawoon!
One day I was sitting in the breezeway of the music building, and he came and sat at the table next to mine. We started talking, and it was all very cute. You see, he was only sitting there reading a novel for fun. It's not like he was doing anything pressing like homework, like I was. He was just sitting there chatting with me because he wanted to. Such a good sign! Plus I'm pretty sure that we were both blushing furiously, which was an even better sign.
So I started being more forward, because I knew that he was a shy guy.
We started chatting on Facebook, and whenever I talked to him he would always use a lot of exclamation points. This made me feel like he was really excited/happy to be talking to me.
So then one day I sent him the following note on Facebook, because I didn't have his phone number:
Me: Hey, so tonight I'm going to the bar with some of my friends. You should join us! I'm not sure what time we're going yet, so you should text me if you want to come. Here's my number.
To that I received no response. A few days later I saw him in the music building.
Me: Hey.
Mr. Yummy: Oh hey! So I received your message the other night, but I already had plans, and I forgot to tell you.
Me: Well, that's okay. We should hang out some other time though.
Mr. Yummy: Sure
Fast-forward forty-five minutes. I'm sitting in the breezeway of the music building doing homework. His friends are sitting in a group near me. Mr. Yummy comes into the breezeway, glances over at me, and then walks over to his friends.
Mr. Yummy: Hey guys! Who's up to go to the Saloon tonight! $5 Monkey Boys!!!
As a note, there were a few girls present in his group. So it's not like it would've been a guy's night. And yet, he didn't ask me, even though I was sitting RIGHT THERE. When we had just had a conversation FORTY-FIVE MINUTES AGO about us hanging out sometime.
Then, to make matters worse, another friend of his was sitting further down in the breezeway, and Mr. Yummy invited HIM to join them as well.
I just wanted to disappear into a hole and die.
After that, it all got worse. He started dating this girl whose name was ALSO Veronica. And who was ALSO majoring in music performance.
And by the way, I'm hotter than her. She's very plain-Jane.
I just didn't understand how we had gone from having a great connection to him, well, picking the wrong Veronica. And I will never find out, because Mr. Yummy and Veronica ended up moving to Texas together for grad school.
Sam had an idea though. He said that I had just been Mr. Yummy's "B-Girl." As in, he was pretty sure that he could get me, so he was stringing me along as a confidence-booster as he was pursuing the other Veronica.
Well, if that's true, then Mr. Yummy is definitely NOT as sweet as I had thought he was. In fact, that would make him a fucking asshole.
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