Friday, 17 October 2014

College

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It's been nearly seven weeks since I moved in to my new place.
Nothing is broken. It's near college. Sometimes birds fly in the windows and defecate on things. 
It's nice.
My dad helped me move. When we arrived he took a look around and pointed out that 'the girls around here aren't bad-looking'. I think this was the first time he's acknowledged human attraction in my presence. It was the strangest interaction I've ever had with him. The only other time he might have been doing that was once when I was seven. I overheard him talking about something with his friends. He used feminine pronouns and described how great this thing's body was. It could have been a woman but was probably a car.
My housemates are also students. Engineering, medicine and animal science (veterinary medicine light). Two of them were already there when I moved in. The Malaysian guy and the woman. He didn't come out of his room. She went out that night.
I spent the night cooking. It took hours because I forgot to fill the bottom part of the steamer with water. It cooked and evaporated nothing. 
 
My third housemate arrived the next day. I found someone on Facebook with the same name who I hoped wasn't him. It wasn't him. He's pretty cool. We have a lot in common. We make jokes about child pornography sometimes. He has offered to be my wingman. I've never had one of those who wasn't doing it unknowingly before.
Once she overcame her fourth consecutive hangover the female housemate and I eventually engaged in brief conversation. As it turns out she's everything I expected her to be. Active on social media but not on any of the rest of the internet. We're now friends on Facebook. I've found her on Twitter but would rather pretend I don't have multiple Twitter accounts than follow her with any of them. She also probably thinks I'm gay because after finding and adding me on Facebook she undoubtedly went through my very short history of activity and found that the last event I attended was a march for marriage equality.
I met my Malaysian housemate for the first time four days after moving in. We walked to college together. Prior to this his presence in the building was only made evident by the chopsticks which appeared every so often beside the sink. Me and the other guy joked about how he was probably studying medicine, in compliance with the stereotype. He is. Very little about him surprised me other than how good his English was. He likes comic books and has a laptop that's more powerful than any human emotion. I didn't see him again for another week.
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College has been fine so far. 

There are a lot of international students who are better looking than the people I'm used to looking directly at. I see one of them in lectures sometimes. I sit next to her and hope she'll talk to me. The cumulative number of words that she has said to me since my learning of her existence is less than ten and probably also less than five. I have said exactly eight words to her. I've made her laugh twice.

Next week I plan to learn her name.
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I've made new friends who are mostly over twenty-five because I identify more with them than any of the students who have just finished school.

There's an Indian guy who already knows everything that I have aligned with. We both see value in each other's companionship. I look at him with admiration and respect, as somebody who is humble that I can learn a lot from. He looks at me like a potential business connection, in four years when I have similar levels of knowledge to what he had when he was twelve.

I thought I was in love with someone in my course at the start. Ukrainian woman. She plays Dota 2 and writes programs. She's also good-looking, but so are a lot of women who I don't pay attention to. The attraction started to break down when I got to know her and realised how incapable of taking care of herself she is, and to a lesser extent that she has a boyfriend.

Powerful six-foot-tall independent women who don't waste time committing themselves to men that aren't me are and always will be my type.

12 comments:

  1. Great to hear from you! I'm sure there are plenty of straight people who attend those marriage equality marches. I'm very impressed, you've managed to make that girl laugh twice in just 8 words. That's an average of 4 words per laugh!

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    1. There are indeed many straight people at these events. Represent. And yes my laugh to word ratio is impressive. I'm almost afraid to ever talk to her again in case I ruin it.

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  2. Are you particularly attracted to tall women? I seem to recall another girl you were almost romancing was tall. I think you should find out whether your female housemate thinks you're gay. Maybe the Malaysian guy could ask her.

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    1. I am most definitely particularly attracted to tall woman. I don't really care if my housemate thinks I'm gay. I assume she does because she seems narrow-minded enough to draw the conclusion I mentioned above.

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  3. I've read that shit. Good proper shit I should say.

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    1. Your anonymity is so alluring. Thank you for reading.

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  4. "a laptop that's more powerful than any human emotion". Brilliant. I'm at the age now where I'd rather have the laptop than the emotion. Your housemates sound like wonderful writing fodder. Seriously. Revel in your time.

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    1. I'd rather have the laptop too. There is a lot that can be said about my housemates. The trouble these days is finding the time and motivation to say it. I will try my best.

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  5. Sounds like you're doing great, all things considered. I'd fear for your safety if you hooked up with a 6' tall Ukranian woman. I'm glad you have a very cool roommate you can relate to, and I'll keep my hopes up for you and the International student who laughs at your jokes. It's nice to be laughed at, even if the other person speaks a different language. Plus, you need to ask her out before your dad does.

    Keep us posted. We're cheering you on and enjoy the updates.

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    1. The Ukrainian woman was closer to five feet than six. It might have been harder to let her go if that had not been the case. I'm trying to go slow with this international student woman. I went from sitting far away from her to near her to beside her in the space of a few weeks. I don't want to come on too strong.

      I will try to update more. Thanks for your kind words.

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  6. Sounds like things are going pretty well. Good roommates. But the birds flying in and shitting everywhere isn't so good. Maybe you can put a screen up that would still allow the fresh air in? Anyway, it will be a fun story to tell when you're rich some day.

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