Still thinking about Gilbert. It will take awhile for my infatuation to wear off; and there is not one Gilbert-looking person on campus. I sat in the corner of the library, listening to Regina Spektor, reading a sociology article required for our next class. Once in awhile, I glanced up, unconciously still looking for Gilbert. One time I looked up, and caught the eye of a young man heading to use the computers. We locked eyes for a thousandth of a second, and both looked away at the same time. I chuckled to myself as I looked back at my books. Gilbert locked eyes with that Becky, and they both knew. Its in all the movies. I smiled a bit; its not in real life. The glance was nothing, I wasn't in love and neither was he. Movies.
It was twenty or more minutes later when somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I glanced up to see that same young gentlemen standing there. I automatically smiled at him:
"hi."
"here." he said, dropping a scrap of paper on my desk. I looked down at it, and he rushed away. Read later (although you prolly can see through the paper) the folded piece said. Of course, I ignored the instruction, and opened the scrap.
You're gorgeous. I'm new here and lonely. Call me (if u want) 304-564-8876 :)
I almost laughed aloud. Apparently the same thing that went through my mind when we made eye contact had taken a very different route in his mind. I stuffed the paper into my bag and kept reading; resisting the urge to turn around and see where he went. Maybe if he looked like Gilbert....
Welcome to the college breeding ground: the library.
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