So last year, there was this freshman boy, Verne, that kept hitting on me. He just sat with me one day when I was waiting for a friend, (click here to read), and I was my typical cool self. I thought, what are the odds of seeing him again? Not very high, that’ll be the end of it.
Oh, ho, ho. I was sooooooooooooo wrong. I went out bowling with my friends and guess who just happened to be bowling as well, right next to me. Yep, it was him. (My life should be a movie or a TV show) To get the full story, check it here. I told him I had a boyfriend, which was a lie, but thought that would end it completely. Right?
That’s right. It was not the end. So we had another encounter, he found me when I was on my way to class. And again I thought this was it, this was the end.
Yep, he entered my life again. My friends and I went to a Halloween dance and he came, but luckily I had my friends there to run interference for me.
So after that, I didn’t really run into him again. If I saw him I would abruptly away and flee whatever direction he was going in.
One time we almost ran into each other, but I hid behind some bushes until he was gone.
But the other day, as I was walking to class I ran into him again.
He saw me on the second floor and called out to me. I quickly got out of there and continued on my way. I hope this doesn’t mean a return to my life.
To read the Verne Saga from the beginning, go to Flirting With Disaster
For more on scenes of my everyday life go to It’s That Time Of the Year Again