I met a boy in a very inconvenient way. I was receiving messages from an unknown number claiming to be someone I personally know. I don’t text people I don’t know but I get really concerned when I don’t save acquaintances and friends’ numbers. So we continuously exchanged text messages, with me hoping that I’d get an idea on who this person was. He told me he would reveal his identity on wash day.
I was beginning to have ideas on who this mysterious person was. Was it a high school crush, a guy friend, a nerdy guy friend, or my crush in the debate team.
He was neither of them.
My classmate in political science came up to me with her boyfriend, asking me who I was waiting for. I told them I was waiting for a friend. She glanced to her left, and I had a feeling something was wrong. Very wrong.
“Hey, you know the guy you’ve been sending the text messages to? That guy’s me.”
I didn’t know what face I showed, but I was shocked. I couldn’t move my body, or my arms. I froze, and I stared at him, without registering his features. I blinked, and looked down. I didn’t want anyone to see how flustered I was.
I was embarrassed. I felt so stupid for even thinking any of my guy classmates was interested in Harry Potter. Heck, no one even calls me Pamela 1. I wanted to disappear, like let the ground eat me up from where I was.
Just when I was about to stand up and leave, I remembered the messages we exchanged. He wasn’t so bad as a person. And I’ve never met a person who shared the same interests as I did.
We talked, but I forgot most of the things we talked about. I was nervous, and I was speaking in a voice louder than I usually used. He did most of the talking though. He’s talkative. Although I felt that we could still be friends, I still felt angry, embarrassed and hurt.
He volunteered to bring me to the shuttles. He called me cute on the way. I told him I wasn’t. No one has ever called me cute. He kept on saying random things.
“You know, I would have walked all the way to that cafeteria,” he said.
“You can always ride a shuttle and you don’t have to.”
“I like walking and I want to. You’re worth it.” he replied.
He later asked me out for dinner.