So this English major in my Spanish class asked me for my full name so he could add me as a friend on facebook. He said he would give me recommendations for creative writing teachers (because I want to take a creative writing class in the fall.) After our next Spanish class, he started walking with me and asked me if I wanted to get some lunch.
"Sorry, I've got plans. I'm gonna meet up with a friend to sew some t-shirts."
"Sew t-shirts? That seems kinda hippie-ish."
"Yeah, I guess I'm kinda a hippie."
"Wow, that seems so random...I guess not many people sew."
I cannot the remember the small talk that occurred in the time lapse before we stopped at the crosswalk. As we're waiting for the light to change, there's a conversational pause, and then he says in sarcastic tone,"Uh, so I didn't know that you had an ex-husband with bi-polar disorder and that you loved hip hop."
"mmmmm...yeah, I did... and I do."
When he can see the sincerity of the statement on my face, he panics.
"Oh my gosh, you're not joking?"
"Nope."
"Oh man, I just read a little bit of that essay on your link from your facebook page and assumed it was a joke; but it's all real?"
"Yeah... it is."
After all that, he still had the guts to ask me for my number.
