Horrible weekends pass very slowly, the way bad things usually do. Wouldn't it be awesome if our favorite moments went by in slow motion, and our lowest of lows flew by at top speeds? A couple nights later you invited my roommate and I out to midnight breakfast at your college. We met up with you while you were reffing an indoor soccer game. You weren't quite done yet, so we roamed the halls of the athletic center, I found the sports team photos on the wall. It didn't take very long for me to locate you. You were the tiny dark spot in the photo, you were wearing the most intimidating look on your face, while everyone else was all smiles. I laughed so hard and took tons of photos on my cellphone so I would remember to make fun of you later. We walked into the gym, you were running around, whistle in your mouth, in the middle of the court, with those skinny legs of yours. We stood on the sidelines and you walked up, before I knew it, I was blurting out, "so I heard you had weird dreams about our friend from church, you think my roommate's face is pretty, but you think I have a hott body." You looked embarrassed and freaked out. It was my way of getting even for you not mentioning me at all. Gee sometimes I just can't control my words...well I don't even think I tried to that time.
It was about midnight by the time we made it to the cafeteria. It had been a couple years since I had been on a college campus, every student we passed had a baby face. I felt super old and out of place overhearing their mindless chatter. They weren't worried about anything beyond their next chem test, or what they were going to wear when they went out Thursday night. I remember the days of living in the college bubble. It was just another reminder that you were so much younger than me. I lost count of how many people came up to our table to say hello, or joke around with you about something, you were a popular guy, not that I was surprised by this. You're sporty, African, quick to laugh, and a good listener, of course you would have a million friends. It was my first time seeing you in your own environment, you were confident here. You knew exactly where the forks were.
We finally got our food and made small talk. I was dying to get down to business and ask you about your version of the story from the other night, I wanted you to say it was all a joke. We quickly ate and went over to your dorm lounge to discuss the topic at hand. You opened up about everything and kept getting embarrassed over the things we already knew. After hearing both sides of the story, I did find one interesting difference, when you told the story, you said you used to like her four years ago, when she told it, she made it sound like you had liked her for four years. I asked you about your past love life, it seemed appropriate and I had been dying to know these things anyway. You said you had only had one girlfriend your whole life and you thought you were going to marry her, but it ended and you never wanted to see her again. I couldn't understand this and it made me nervous that you could delete someone out of your life that easily, someone who supposedly meant a lot to you. I guess she had hurt you too bad. I tried to be objective and give good advice, being both of your friends and secretly in like with you, I tried to remain unbiased. I remember slouching over on the couch and not saying much, I did warn you that I saw how quickly she could change her mind about boys, and not to get too ahead of yourself. I left feeling really old and really far away from ever meeting anyone who would take a chance on me. Here's to hoping these nights fly by, and I forget about you.
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