This is pretty epic: Sorry for the length - Drew, I think you'll appreciate this story:
I've been in class this semester with a pretty blonde named Sarah. She's awesome. Great smile, awesome laugh, and a great sense of humor. As Jay-Z has said she also, "Dresses her ass off and her walk is mean." She's doing everything right.
I'll admit it. I'm infatuated with this girl. Did I mention she's also the Teacher's Assistant in my Film Making class? And that the professor has an uncomfortably noticeable thing for her?
Yeah. This girl is special.
We started conversing after a literature class in which I argued a d-bag into the ground over whether or not animals have the same emotional perceptions as humans (yeah, this class is pretty out there). Of course, I made him look like a complete moron which he deserved because he's one of those students that always raises his hand to give a personal story he feels will benefit the class. But back to Sarah. She approached me after class and praised me for putting the d-bag in his place. I told her that my parents paid too much money for me to sit in a class and listen to someone tell a story about walking through a daisy field. She laughed and said, "You're bad news bears."
Phone number exchange and the next thing you know we're texting like 14 year olds during a Disney Channel marathon. This goes on and on, we grab coffee or lunch on occasion. Very friendly, very casual, very under the radar flirtatious until one day she drops the bomb that she lives with her boyfriend of two years. DAMN IT! You win some, you lose some I guess? "No, I like to win," I tell her. "You're bad news bears," she says again.
FAST FORWARD to about a week ago.
A week ago, I showed the trailer to my documentary film in class and explained the ins and outs of freeskiing and some of my experiences working in the industry. Most of the presentations in class have been extremely boring as people are picking topics such as "Is Walmart good?" I'll pat myself on the back and say I killed it in this class. The class was super engaged, asking a ton of questions, and all expressed an eagerness to see the finished project. I was stoked as I love when a room full of people are eating out of the palm of my hand and I'm talking about skiing. :-)
After class, I get a text from Sarah asking, "Dinner tonight?"
"Sure," I text back.
She comes over, we have some coffee, talk about the class, watch a movie, and she informs me her boyfriend is gone for the entire weekend. I calmly say cool and carry on. Really innocent. The entire time. Seriously. I was playing my cards so fucking right I could've won the World Series of Poker. The movie ends, she leaves, I get insanely drunk with my friends, and purposely choose not to text her.
FAST FORWARD to this past Saturday morning
It's raining, as it always does in Potsdam. She texts, "Today is a good day for sweatpants and movies. I'm coming over."
Cue up the bottle of vodka, Kevin Costner movies, and close the door.
(why Kevin Costner movies? Because they move so slow, you have time to do whatever during the film and still not miss much of the plot. Plus his best films are baseball films. If you build it, she will come)
FAST FORWARD to Sunday morning
She wakes up at my house in a slightly hungover sleepy state. We've spent the entire night rolling around in my bed. AWESOME night. This girl rules. She tells me that we can't see each other anymore because she's "practically engaged." I'm cool with this. She looks at me confused at my easy going approach to the sitatution, smiles, and says, "You're bad news bears."
FAST FORWARD to tonight when I get this text.
Sarah: Good God- Chris just told me I was saying, "I have to go. Bad news bears" in my sleep last night. He was like, I asked what you meant but then you woke up... I can't be having dreams about you.
:-)
