Remember my old blog uh, about a week ago? 11 days ago?
Yeah, so I was wrong. I'm not stalking her.ITS THE OTHER WAY AROUNDSo here I am, in dull naturally lit liberal arts area of UT campus, where I go to get food (all the food places are that way), and my knee starts acting up. Recently I injured it, namely, yesterday. Well it was bleeding, and there's a big gash in it.Anyways, so it acts up and I go to rest on an object for a moment to relieve stress. I turn around.Boom, she's stalking me.And then awkward smiling and trying to say stuff occurs.HELP ME.
Wait, it's a trap if she's too easy to get into bed though. That kind of shit *never* ends well, and unfortunately I speak from experience. :|
IT'S A TRAP!
[Do you want to disarm the trap?] 10% <[Leave it alone.]