The Maybe-Date

The Maybe-Date

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Faye and Ash went on a date...sort of. Who's going to make the next move? —Sparkitors

Want to know who had the best “this-is-not-a-date” ever? (I'll give you a hint: Me!)

But before I get to that, let’s build the suspense by having “Random College Question and Answer Time!”

Q. “What is the bathroom situation like? A lot of people warn to watch when the opposite sex is around before making the trip from the shower to your room. Should you dress in the shower? Bath robe? Wear a bathing suit full time? What??”

A. What I usually do is bring a walkie-talkie with me to the shower. When I'm done, I contact my friend who’s keeping watch outside for members of the opposite sex. Once the coast is clear, I do some of those army crawls and ninja rolls until I'm back in the safety of my room.

But seriously, how you deal with the bathroom situation has to do with your own comfort level. Personally, I get changed in the shower. My roommate usually wears a bathrobe and then gets changed in the room. I've seen guys wearing only boxers that I definitely had no desire whatsoever to see that close to naked.
Which brings me to this week’s college fact:

College Fact #7: In college, we all get Naked together!

This is one of my floor’s inside jokes. The convenience store downstairs sells Naked, which is a juice smoothie that’s crammed full of fruit and other good stuff. The name makes it fun to use in conversation; for example, “Hey, want to go get Naked with me?” A conversation involving getting Naked is especially funny when held on an elevator with people you don’t know.

And now, ready for the weekend recap?

I set my alarm to go off at 9:30 Saturday morning—I figured that would give me an hour to do my hair and get super-adorable before breakfast with Ash at 11. Of course, I slept through my alarm and woke up at 10:20 instead. I proceeded to flip out, throw jeans and a sweatshirt on, pull my hair back in a ponytail and get out the door by 10:40. Ash was waiting in the lounge. “Morning, Princess.” (He’s started calling me that.)

Breakfast was gooood. I got a cheese omelet with toast and hash browns and orange juice. But since you probably care more about Ash than my full stomach, I'll continue: breakfast with Ash was goooood. It’s just easy to talk to him. We click—it’s like we could talk for hours. He paid for my food because of the conditions of our bet, although he said he did it out of the goodness of his heart. I stuck my tongue out at him. (I’ve started doing that.)

After breakfast I went to the library to study, and he went back to the dorm to practice guitar. Have I mentioned he plays guitar? I know, ATTRACTIVE, right? When I got back from my intense study session, Ash was standing right outside the elevator.

“Have you been waiting here this whole time for me to come back?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“No. A group of us are about to leave for the football game. You should come.”

“I don’t really want to. Our football team sucks.”

“You should come though. I’ll be there.”

“Then I’m definitely not coming,” I said.

A little while later, I was sitting at the football game next to Ash. It was freezing and we were losing (our football team really does suck). Ash and I decided to leave at half-time since the weather wasn’t going to get any warmer and our team wasn't going to get any better. The rest of our friends stayed behind, so it was just the two of us talking and whatnot on the way back. I decided that I didn’t want to do homework, so the two of us sat on the couch and played Nintendo 64 in the lounge. I came this close to beating him in Pokemon Stadium, but his Jigglypuff destroyed my Kirby in Smash Bros.

It was kind of an awesome day. A good number of people on the floor think Ash and I are dating now, since we’ve been spending an obnoxious amount of time together. I don’t mind.

Ash will be gone this coming weekend—he has some big Pokemon tournament to attend. Should I text him when he’s gone? Should I play hard to get? Should I stop acting like a total 12-year-old and just tell him I like him already? Probably, but I’ll always be a *squeeing* tweenager at heart.

Well, this screaming preteen is off to study for a Physics exam. It’s 11:30 at night, but sleep is for the weak, right?

Faye :)

What do you think Faye should do while Ash is gone?

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