He has adorable freckles and blushes when the manager asks him if the girl in the picture with him is his girlfriend. Just friends, he says, genuinely.

Quiet, well-spoken, observant. Immediately I'm attracted to him.

Wouldn't it be funny...

"What major are you?" Him.

"Spanish."

"Espa�ol," he responds.

Yyep so...

"What's yours?"

He asks me to guess.

No I don't like this game. Because I think I already know, because it's always the same thing, regardless of what college they go to or what they look like or how they dress--

"Give me a category."

"Sciences."

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GO AWAY

"Biology major, pre-med concentration." I say with no anticipation.

"You would be correct."

OF COURSE I AM.

FUTURE DOCTORS ARE LIKE GIANT PIECES OF FLY PAPER.

You could pick worse majors to fall for. Like... uhh... Operations Management or something.
» randomjunk on 2013-03-22 12:07:46

Or Physics.
» middaymoon on 2013-03-22 12:44:42

Or accountants... they are calculative
» Nuttz on 2013-03-22 04:56:14

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