School’s Out

I managed to make it through yet another semester.

I just checked my grades online, and let’s just say, so far I’m hitting my 4.0 for the MBA. Party on, dude. Not that school is a party, at least not as a “non-trad.”

People always talk about how they partied so much in college, and always met tons of people, yada yada. It’s not like that when you go part time in the evenings. I never got to party. I’d be bitter about it, except that I don’t really like to drink aside from an occassional glass of wine.

Anyhoo, I ran into a girl I used to have some classes with, and she had always displayed quite a bit of interest in me. I’m such a doofus, I never really gave her a chance because I was constantly busy as an undergrad. I literally didn’t have a single evening I could have done anything with her… for 3 years.

Well, we got to talking, and I realized something… I really like her, and I was a doofus to ignore her advances over the past 3 years. I kicked myself, because I didn’t actually realize that I was a doofus until after she had walked away, and I realized I don’t have her phone number. I managed to scrounge up her email, and I’m going to at least give it a try.

Hopefully I won’t come across as a big dork. She’s obviously not bitter that I’ve ignored her, since whenever I’ve seen her over the past year or so she always comes up to talk to me.

I knew I needed to go out with her when I dreamed about her last night. Ok, it was an odd dream… we were taking a scuba diving class together. And it wasn’t with normal gear… it was the old school stuff, with the brass helmet and hose that comes down from the boat. Like I said… odd.

I’ve never had any interest in scuba diving. Frankly, I’m not real big on getting in the water, which was further reinforced when I nearly drowned a couple of years ago. She has never mentioned diving, so it’s just one of those weird connections you can only make in a dream.

So, to summarize:

1. I am a dork
2. I am a doofus
3. I kicked myself
4. I emailed her
5. I’m now waiting.

Oh, and speaking of summer vacation… if any of you are in Kansas City at the beginning of June, I’m having a barbeque on the 4th… come on down.

Incredipete

  15 comments for “School’s Out

  1. April 28, 2005 at 12:36 pm

    Maybe the brass helmet and suit were my subconscious warning me to use caution… hmm

  2. April 28, 2005 at 12:46 pm

    I thought the same thing. Either that, or it means you are into some really freaky stuff.

    Incredipete, We are all dorks, so don’t waste energy trying not to be one – just don’t try to be their king. That jobs already taken. Just ask my wife.

  3. April 28, 2005 at 12:57 pm

    Opps. Dickhead here again…I thought the same thing, Except you say it’s a subconcsious warning thing. I took it as somekind of way of insulating yourself, fear of intamcy, exposing yourslef, vulurability and all that touchy feely crap.

  4. April 28, 2005 at 2:38 pm

    1. Incredipete, stop commenting first and screwing somebody else out of first place. 2. Andy you really are a feyg, leave the touchy-feely shit to the chicks. 3. The antique diving gear? quite obviously Freudian pent-up sexual desire: diving suit = phallic … water = vagina. Duh. 4. Um, what happened to the recent “nice girl”?

  5. April 28, 2005 at 2:47 pm

    I like to keep a lot of irons in the fire…

  6. April 28, 2005 at 2:53 pm

    Hey Curves….i watch Dr. Phil. you “chicks” have screwed Incredipete up enough. A few days of guy wisdom will get him some tail.

    Incredipete, you like gladiator movies, right?

  7. April 28, 2005 at 2:57 pm

    Absolutely… although I think Russell Crowe would have looked better in pink in “Gladiator.”

  8. April 28, 2005 at 3:06 pm

    Good. Good. first thing is you’re gonna need to go get exfoliated…

  9. April 28, 2005 at 3:28 pm

    Look at the bright side, at least I’m already free of unsightly hair.

  10. April 28, 2005 at 3:35 pm

    Hmmm…diving eh? It could be you’re ready to “take the plunge”. Either that or you’re scared of commitment and the air hose symbolizes the umbilical cord.

    I WANT MY MOMMY!

    Incredipetey, if I’m ever in the KC area I will definitely look you up. 😉

  11. Kathy
    April 28, 2005 at 4:49 pm

    I’ll bring the potato salad

  12. April 28, 2005 at 5:53 pm

    Make sure it’s the kind with lots of mustard… I like mustardy potato salad…

  13. April 29, 2005 at 8:21 am

    I’m going to need directions! I will be at any function you decide to throw!

    Oh and the reason she isn’t put off by your being stupid is because she thinks your gay.

    NOT that there is anything wrong with that just ask my brother, but really, you are one of her “woman friends”

    So google her name, address, what ever you have and find that phone number!!!

  14. April 29, 2005 at 9:16 am

    Shoot me an email and i’ll get you those directions!

  15. May 12, 2005 at 2:28 pm

    17 – games

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