christine røde

Dear Meat: Dear Cute Boy in Philosophy 100,

dearmeat:

You’re always sitting outside the room when I show up half an hour before class, legs crossed, texting on your phone. When I walk down the hallway, you look up at my footsteps, then glance back down, back to the small confines of the cellphone screen. You look so lonely, sitting by yourself in an…

Who knew striking up conversation with someone you’ve waited in a hallway with for an entire semester counted as craziness? Hahahahaha. Grow some balls and just talk to him, girl. Or just stop writing poetic fairytales about his beauty. He’s just a regular dude.