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So, I have a friend.
Yes, just one.
He is 75% Awesome, and 25% nerd; it makes for the perfect combination of awesome nerdiness. The first time I saw him, we had a stare down. I was sitting on a garden bench, and he was walking directly towards me, (with stellar confidence I might add). I thought for sure that he was coming to talk to me. But he did not, and we exchanged a polite smile as he passed.
Now, mind you, I was freaking out on the inside: “Oh my gosh, he’s kind of cute. Crap, is he coming over here? No, no, no, no, no… Seriously?!..... Phew, he passed me!”
Then, the sprinklers went off.
Please note: I’m not really the kind of person to sit around in a garden… I was there for a photo shoot, and the last thing I needed to be was wet from the sprinklers. So, squealing like a little girl as I popped up from my bench and jogged to where I would be meeting up with my photographer was perfectly in character, and not in the least bit embarrassing... Well, okay, maybe a little. Anyways, Ms. Pic gets a phone call while I’m chatting with her, she tells the pseron where we're at, and around the corner comes model number two, the one and only Mr. Confidence.
With a simultaneous and scrambled “that was... I was…uh hi!” we quickly burst into laughter and introduced ourselves, began our never ending conversation about burritos, and got to business.
We took some pictures together. Like this one.
And this one.
(Pictures courtesy of Ms. Pic)
We exchanged funny pick up lines, and eventually digits.
Next came our date. (A few days later of course). We went to a standup comedy show, out for Chinese food, then back to his apartment to play Rock Band, and this, is where we found out that if we were any nerdier, more nerdy?, the Chess club would call us. In his apartment was only the coolest thing ever: a dry erase board. Mr. Confidence and I proceeded to spend the rest of our date talking about action potentials, afferent and efferent nerves, and muscle reflexes.
Anyways, the whole point of this is a text message I received a day or two ago that said:
"So, I can understand the whole get to know you thing on campus. But doing it online just seems like stalker paradise to me."
After confessing that that statement had made my day I got this:
"I like it when I can. They're like: tell them your name, age, major, home address, phone number, color of underwear you're wearing, if you like grilled cheese or not, and especially if you're married or not."
Something you must know about this friendship is that "are you hitting on me?" is an everyday question. Well, not really a question, just a pointing out of the obvious in an innocent way. That is where the title I-SABS comes in...
I am a stress magnet. I also seem to attract drama really well. At any rate, one particularly stressful, dramatic, and don't forget emotional night, I received a text from Mr. Confidence. I don't remember what the text message was about, but I know it made me laugh. It was the first time I felt an honest laugh come out in a few days... It felt amazing!
Whatever it was about, it turned into obvious flirtation, and then came the magic question followed by a "yeah, I'm not very subtle". Of course, I couldn't have him feeling embarrassed so I introduced I-SABS.. An imaginary club that values our membership even more than the Chess Club. I-SABS stands for "I Suck at Being Subtle".
Moral of the story. Who cares if you're bad at being subtle? Confidence can make your day!!