So after I had flopped at my attempt to converse with her at the college, which also partially had to do with the fact that she was heading to the grocery store with her father because I didn't want to keep her, I decided to sit with her in class during the book discussion. 

When did in fact sit next to her during the discussion.  I thought that she had some good insight on the book.  I lost my nerve when I tried to talk to her during class that day, so I decided to text her from work the next day.  So, the next day I text messaged her about the book discussion and how I felt that she did well.  She responded and I got excited so I sent another message.  I asked about her education and stuff like that.  Little did I know, as we found later, that my phone and hers tend to disagree and not talk to each other very well during text messages, so she never received the message.  I thought that she did, so I sat by my phone the rest of the day hoping that she would respond back, well, that never happened.  So I sat and admired her during class every week for quite a while.  I must admit, I looked forward to seeing her every week.

So that's how it went for a while.  I adored her from a distance and had too little confidence to communicate with her very well.  There were many opportunities, but I never had the courage.  There was also a bit of miscommunication to deal with, which never helps.  There were a few instances where we would talk a little bit, but it never really meant much.

Next time I'll talk about how we actually started to talk!

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Alright, maybe there will be some people who will actually read this little bit of writing, maybe not.  Regardless of that, my purpose behind being here at all is to share in the experience that my soon-to-be has with writing on-line.  I'll freely admit that I am not much of an internet person and often would rather just not use the computer at all, but I'm open to new experiences and such.  

Where should I begin?  I'll talk about how I was introduced to her at all.  It was early August in Alaska and college had once again gone into session, this was my last class for the week and I felt relief to be back in my favorite professors classroom.  Upon entering the class, I was around 30 minutes early, there were two people already seated.  Now, those of you who know her will find that it is utterly amazing that she was there early, but it is the truth.  I took my customary position in the center of the back of the room.  I couldn't help but notice how entirely beautiful she was from the first time I saw her.  And by that I don't mean physical beauty, her entire personality was showing and I was very excited by it.  

After I sat she asked about the teacher and the class in general, and I did my very best to explain to her about the teacher and told her that it was a 300 level class, which surprised her.  I told her that it would be great and she would find the class would go well, just take lots of notes.  

From there, class went on and the professor told us to have a certain book read by the next class meeting.  Now, this book I have already read a few times for other classes and owned two copies, so I emboldened myself and asked her for her name, got it.  Asked her if she would need the book since she had stated that she had never received her books.  She said yes, and this was my plan to see her again before class!  I would get her phone number, get her the book, and see her again!  I thought it was genius.  I gave her a postcard from the college sending her to a website that would show her what other books she would need as well as my phone number. 

A few days later she called me and I secured a time to see her outside of class to get her the book.  This provided me with her phone number as my cell picked up her phone number.  The major downfall to my plan was that I had decided to give blood that day.  So I set the time at the front of the college to get her the book and like two hours before that to give blood.  Okay, normal blood drains are cool and good for males since we have to restore our blood in some way other than periods, so giving blood is a cool way to do it.  When I get to the blood bank I am asked if I want to use "the machine".  This seems a bit odd to me, but I agree to this.  What I didn't know was that it would take a LOT of my chemicals from me and leave me in a major stupor for around 2 days and unable to exercise for the rest of the week.  So it takes over an hour for this thing to pump me dry and I make my way to the college.

It's a nice and sunny day so I sit down in front of the college and lose my entire thought process as my poor little brain thinks, "sun good".  She arrives late with her father in this mini-van and I didn't even know it.  I tried to talk to her but had such little brain-power that all I could come up with was, "It should be a fast read, I'm sure you'll do great."  Now wasn't that impressive?  Okay, maybe not, but at least I talked at all!

I'll stop there and will pick it up at that point in the next entry.

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