Rocket Science

Okay, so I have terrible stage fright. Public speaking is probably one of my greatest fears ever.

But in spite of that, last night I went to a poetry slam and gave an impromptu performance.

And guess what my poem was called? "Sudoku Master." Yeah. You know.

I promised myself (and some of my friends) that I would talk to him. I mean, the semester is more than half over. I don't have much time left to get him to notice me. I can't just sit around staring at him like I do normally.

So, yesterday, I talked to him.

When he came into class and after he had sat down and gotten settled in his desk, I said, "Hey, how's your rocket science class going?"

And he said, "Sweeet." And smiled. And there was an explosion of rainbows and sunshine in my brain. Anyway.

Then we continued talking about it and he revealed that he would be launching a rocket on Saturday morning. Too bad I can't be there to see it.

And then a bit later, we were talking about who skipped lecture, and who sits where in lecture. And I said to him, "You always sit in the front!" Because he does. God, I would never sit in the front.

And he was like, "Yeahhh." SMILING. SMILING. SMILING.

I said, "I saw you asleep in lecture today." He laughed and imitated himself slumped over in the chair. SMILEFEST.

He's simply dazzling (and no his name is not Edward and he is not a vampire).

Oh, and did I mention that he looked exceptionally stunning in a fitted black sweater? Like, more stunning that he usually does? (If he gets any more stunning I swear the world's going to explode.)

His eyes look hazelish, and he has long eyelashes, like many guys do. He's gorgeous. He is god-like.

My goal is to be his friend by the end of this semester. Because I'm pretty sure that I won't ever see him again after this. The university is huge, and there's like an infinite selection of classes. I don't think I'll get lucky again. I feel like there must be some purpose in us being in this class together. I don't know what it is though.

He looks lonely though. So maybe I'm just supposed to talk to him and wipe away the stress and sadness in his life, just for an hour, twice a week. Maybe that's it. And you know what? That's perfectly okay. More than okay.

I think guys are more complicated than rocket science.

You dazzle me, Sudoku Boy.