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my very own missed connection.
If you know what "Missed Connections Personals" are on Kijiji, then you'll understand this post.
Last weekend I went to a frat party, and needless to say it was rather hectic. At one point my friends and I decided we needed to use the ladies room so we made our way down the crazy-steep narrow staircase, whilst other people were trying to make their way up at the same time. Please keep in mind every last person is intoxicated. My friends went ahead of me, and I, being the klutz I am, dropped my cellphone which then proceeded to shatter into 3 pieces (Front, Back Cover and Battery) and spread out on the dark, grimey, Frat House floor. In my drunken state, I began to freak out considering it was pitch black and there were people (who could potentially be stepping on or moving the pieces around the floor) everywhere.
So I'm on the floor (bare knees and all, yummy) and scrambling around for the pieces. I managed to find the biggest piece but wasn't having any luck with the other 2. All of a sudden, I hear a guy's voice saying "What's wrong baby? Are you okay?" and I go "Buddy.." (keep in mind I call 5-year-old boys "Buddy") "...buddy, I dropped my cellphone" or something along those lines. This guy then proceeded to keep comforting me, telling me that he could call me a cab or lend me his phone to find my friends, all while he is using HIS cellphone light to shine the floor around where I dropped my phone pieces. As he is comforting me, he finds the back cover. Now I just had to find the tiny black phone battery. All I remember saying really at this point was "Buddy...I can't find it" or "Buddy, what do I do?" . Finally, my hand (now all dirty from the custy floor) found the tiny phone battery. At that point, my stupidly drunken mind could only think to do the following (keep in mind I was still muttering "Buddy ... this" and "Buddy...that"):
Me: hey buddy
Guy : yeah
Me: hey buddy?
Guy : yes?
Me: I found it!
and at that point I RAN away as fast as I could. I'm talking like, running away from a 200 lb bear running away. The next morning, as I reflected on this moment, I pondered to myself,
Why?
Why didn't I even look to see what he looked like? Why didn't I even think to say thank you? Why didn't I even think to try and find him later on? Why was my natural instinct (i.e. what comes out when you're under the influence) tell me to address him like I would a kid or a relative and not a potential husband? i.e. Why "Buddy"?
I mean, it was like one of those moments from the movies when the girl at the library (in this case, girl at frat party) drops her books (drops her phone) and her future husband picks up the books for her, their eyes meet, and it's love at first sight.
I could've just missed a meeting with my future hubby.
Stupid Vindya.
more later.
PS. Phoenix is love !
Wednesday, March 10, 2010 @ 6:00 PM
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just keep dropping your phone at every party ;D and don't run next time hahha.
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my very own missed connection.
If you know what "Missed Connections Personals" are on Kijiji, then you'll understand this post.
Last weekend I went to a frat party, and needless to say it was rather hectic. At one point my friends and I decided we needed to use the ladies room so we made our way down the crazy-steep narrow staircase, whilst other people were trying to make their way up at the same time. Please keep in mind every last person is intoxicated. My friends went ahead of me, and I, being the klutz I am, dropped my cellphone which then proceeded to shatter into 3 pieces (Front, Back Cover and Battery) and spread out on the dark, grimey, Frat House floor. In my drunken state, I began to freak out considering it was pitch black and there were people (who could potentially be stepping on or moving the pieces around the floor) everywhere.
So I'm on the floor (bare knees and all, yummy) and scrambling around for the pieces. I managed to find the biggest piece but wasn't having any luck with the other 2. All of a sudden, I hear a guy's voice saying "What's wrong baby? Are you okay?" and I go "Buddy.." (keep in mind I call 5-year-old boys "Buddy") "...buddy, I dropped my cellphone" or something along those lines. This guy then proceeded to keep comforting me, telling me that he could call me a cab or lend me his phone to find my friends, all while he is using HIS cellphone light to shine the floor around where I dropped my phone pieces. As he is comforting me, he finds the back cover. Now I just had to find the tiny black phone battery. All I remember saying really at this point was "Buddy...I can't find it" or "Buddy, what do I do?" . Finally, my hand (now all dirty from the custy floor) found the tiny phone battery. At that point, my stupidly drunken mind could only think to do the following (keep in mind I was still muttering "Buddy ... this" and "Buddy...that"):
Me: hey buddy
Guy : yeah
Me: hey buddy?
Guy : yes?
Me: I found it!
and at that point I RAN away as fast as I could. I'm talking like, running away from a 200 lb bear running away. The next morning, as I reflected on this moment, I pondered to myself,
Why?
Why didn't I even look to see what he looked like? Why didn't I even think to say thank you? Why didn't I even think to try and find him later on? Why was my natural instinct (i.e. what comes out when you're under the influence) tell me to address him like I would a kid or a relative and not a potential husband? i.e. Why "Buddy"?
I mean, it was like one of those moments from the movies when the girl at the library (in this case, girl at frat party) drops her books (drops her phone) and her future husband picks up the books for her, their eyes meet, and it's love at first sight.
I could've just missed a meeting with my future hubby.
Stupid Vindya.
more later.
PS. Phoenix is love !
Wednesday, March 10, 2010 @ 6:00 PM
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