When I first came to UC Berkeley
a couple of weeks ago, I didn't know a soul
. Excpet for this other girl from my high school who also came here, a fickle alpha bitch
who I wouldnt talk to even
if everyone avoided me like the plague
for the rest of the semester. Anyway, so I waited in line that morning to get my room assignment and my keys for virtually an hour, and when I got to the front there was a guy giving out the keys who I thought was cute
. So as a feeble attempt to make my first friend
(with possible benefits) I told him that I didn't know anyone, and he asked me where I was from. His name was Patrick, nicknamed "Peaches
" (I really
should have caught on by then) and he happened to be from Scripps Ranch
, which is 20 mins away from Ramona
, where I used to live. We had a bond, which I hoped to expound on to my fullest ability.
I joked about my college crush with my roomates, and made it into a huge deal. I squeeled when Peaches said hi to me, or when I ate lunch with him. It was like a little schoolgirl crush, excpet for I was in college so that made it all the more fun/pathetic. One day Peaches said I could come up to his room to get something, and I said to my roomates "Don't expect me for a couple of hours". I was excited, so I rushed up there looking pretty and girly. We talked for a couple of minutes, and then he happened to mention that he once dated someone from where I used to live. I asked him who, and he told me a guy's name. It clicked at once:
Me: (In a shocked, loud voice) You're gay?!
Me: (In a desperate, pleading voice) Are you bi?
I officially had my first crush on a gay guy, which was very disappointing because now I can't joke about it anymore. But it turned out ok, because now he comes by and gives us pointers on how to put pictures of cute guys on our wall.