Crossed Lines I Shouldn't Have Crossed

Sorry for no updates recently. I guess there hasn't been enough scandal going on to merit a new entry.

After a recent trip to one of my favorite places, the University pool. I decided to include a story from the blog I kept in University. (Please don't be an Internet Ninja to find this blog.) Sorry to all of my 'Weekday Eve' group for already knowing this story.

Wednesday, Oct. 16, 2002 @ 10:49 pm

To all my fans that have been listening to the continuing saga of the mysterious sociology boy. Here is more of my story. (Plus that way I don't have to write 1000 e-mails.)

Well, for those that don't know. I have been sitting next to this cute (but shy) boy in Sociology since class started. Wait..he has been sitting by me. I tested my theory one day and sat somewhere else, and he sat beside me. Okay, maybe our regular place was taken, but still.

Back to the story. We introduced ourselves on the first day of class. Our prof made us tell something unique about ourselves...not just where we are from and what we are majoring it.
So being the shy boy he is...I went first.

I told him that I was Denise, Majoring in History (I know, I broke the rules) and an interesting thing about me is that I bought my car on September 11. Well, we got started talking about what we were doing on September 11. (He was at the dentist that day) When class was over I realized that I hadn't found out anything about him. So I said to him when we were leaving. "What is your name?"

Well, I don't know if I am just hearing impaired or what. But I think he said Casey. So I said to him. "Oh like Casey and Finnegan?" (you know off Mr Dressup)Well, I don't know if him mom let him watch CBC in the morning when he was little or what. But he just gave me a weird smile..and didn't really answer me.

So I thought, well maybe I have gotten his name wrong. It wouldn't have been the first time. Names just don't stick in my head. I really wish people just wore name tags all the time.
(I know...this really is a saga)

Classes went by, and we never talked to each other. We would would ask to borrow notes every once and while. But that only consisted of two words.

One day we were walking out to our cars and we noticed we were parked right next to each other. So we got in our cars and as he drove away...he waved to me. So we can't talk to each other...but we can wave.

(Yes there is more to this story, don't you want to find out what his name is?)

The next class he FINALLY spoke up. And said "I never pictured you driving a brown car." I know, I know....if that is the best pickup line...I don't know what is. And this was my response. "I never thought I would drive a brown car either."

We kept walking out to our cars together...they were never parked together, but in the same parking lot. (He drives a red Ford truck...if you care)

I have a friend who works at the University security. I told him I still didn't know this guy's name. He suggested that I get his license plate number and bring it to security...he should be registered on it (you register your car when you get a parking pass) So I got it, and went down there....of course his truck wasn't on there! (I know...I am totally stalking!)

I kept going to class...having our one sentence conversations. And trying to find out more about him. Well we were going to have a midterm, and he said to me "Denise, we should study together." Wait a minute! How did he know my name. I said sure, and I quickly wrote out my e-mail address...thinking if he e-mailed me, his name would be on the e-mail (always thinking!)

I checked my e-mail the next day on the hour...I needed to know his name. As I was coming out of my Archaeology class...I ran into him. "Oh Denise, I was just about to e-mail you! Is Friday at lunch a good time to study?" I wasn't even thinking...I just thought...my goodness, if I had just come out of class a few minutes later, I would have his name.

On the Friday, we studied together and went over the study guide. It was good studying, but I didn't get to talk about anything other than Sociology.

The test came on Wednesday...and I thought for sure I would get his name. So as we filled out our computer sheets, I looked over at his paper....crap....he hadn't filled out his name yet...just his student ID. I tried to look over again at the test, but how to you look for someone's name without looking like you are cheating.

On Friday, before Thanksgiving we went to class. It was snowing out, and I was stressed out because I was going to be driving home as soon as the class was over...I didn't want to drive on bad roads.

He came into class. And told me the road were crappy. And THEN...we finally got to talk. And not just about Sociology...about real stuff. He is from Calgary, he works at a pet store. I told him I was from Brooks, and that I lived on the northside. I don't know...just all kinds of stuff. We talked before class started, all during class, and a little bit after.

But I didn't ask his name. How can you be in class with someone for 6 weeks, and then ask their name! Well, as we left he said "Have a good Thanksgiving, and drive safe." And then he gave me a hug! I know....what is that all about. I think even he was a little taken back by it.

So all weekend long I figured I had better learn his name. I figured I could go to the pet store..but I don't have any pets...what would I buy there, and not make it look obvious that I was there to see him?

Well, today we went to class, talked about our thanksgivings, and got our midterms back. (I got 80% if you care) So we compared midterms...and there it was....Casey Owens! My goodness his name was Casey! (He got 83%)

So we walked out to our cars today, and I said..."Thanks Casey for studying with me, and I sure that is why I did so well."

THE END...until Friday.