Last Valentine's Day:
I have to turn down a guy whose last name belongs to Volair. He was inviting me to see the symphony! And dinner! This was clearly a date. I explained that I already had plans, and wished him luck on finding "that special someone". Afterwards, I realized that I'd let him down v-e-r-y easy, and had not made him confront the awkward knowledge that I knew what his intentions were. I'm glad my instincts on these matters are good.
Beginning of this quarter:
My lab partner's middle name is Sandara. Two vowels off. And he's a wiz with electronics. Go fig.
Now:
My friend in EE is a smallish, wiry guy who wants to study cybernetics so that he can build "robot armies with which to take over major cities". No visible scars on his neck, though, thank god. That, and he claims to be straight.
Oh, that and I very nearly had a large, muscular, attractive guy whose last name starts with "M" become my roommate. (Jake's last name is Miller, this guy's last name is Mitchel. Yipes.)
I'm scared.
when you perform biological functions with other people in its presence?
