Originally Posted: 2004-05-15 3:56am

We could've fucked, but you got hit by a car - w4m

You were my sociology TA last quarter and I was smitten. What's not to love? You're only 25 and have already been published (more than once!). Them smarts is so hot, baby! No one could deny how intelligent you were despite your complete lack of communication skills. It was like your brain worked a thousand times faster than your mouth. Though you always had that sullen and intense look, those blue eyes were a sight to behold (I always was a sucker for blue eyes). You talked about drugs ad naseum and had a cigarette in your mouth whenever you were outside (I took my smoke breaks close to the building entrance in hopes of trapping you in conversation). You were so nerdy but so cocky! You alluded to having had quite a bit of martial arts training and when you spoke, you would often wipe the corners of your mouth. (Did you froth a lot?)

All of your bumbling characteristics were so endearing; every time you stammered or spaced out during discussions, every time you got chalk all over the front of your shirt and didn't notice, every time you dropped your cell phone or spilled papers and then knocked over more things as you bent over to try and pick up the aforementioned papers. Once, you were wearing two pairs of socks. You were the worst dresser ever! You're so skinny but you wear XL button down shirts and roll up your sleeves so that it creates a puffy pirate effect. And you'd always tuck your ridiculously oversized shirt in your pants, topping the ensemble with high top Chuck Taylors. You always wore that blue baseball hat and would stick pens in your hat. Then you'd forget about them and look very startled when they clattered to the ground as you took off your hat. You absentmindedly would tuck two cigarettes behind your ear sometimes. And with every clumsy move, I melted a little more.

I was about to ask you out. I had been patiently waiting until the end of the quarter so that it would not violate the student-T.A. relationship. I had readied myself for rejection because you never really quite learned my name even though we'd had a couple of short, awkward conversations and I was a talker during class. Sure, you knew me by face, but my heart sank each time you asked me my name (4 times!!).

The end of the quarter was drawing nearer and I was determined to have that closure. Let's go for coffee or a drink sometime, how easy is that? But you got hit by a car. That's right, you were hit by a car while on your bike and had a concussion. And that fucker didn't even stop to make sure you weren't dead or to make sure that some poor girl wasn't pining over you while studiously doing her sociology reading. That fucker didn't stop to make sure that he was not ruining the Greatest Love that Never Was.

You came back a few days later, but passed out during lecture. And then the professor announced that you were not doing well and will not be returning. EVER. Your loan check had been stolen earlier that week, too. It just wasn't your week.

Well, my constantly disoriented TA, we could've fucked. In your cubicle between office hours, at my place where I could've made you breakfast before you rushed off to teach another section, really anywhere if you hadn't been hit by a car. And during all that wonderful fucking, we could've developed a nice relationship. We could've sucked down our nicotine together while discussing the logistics of tearooms and the ramifications of highly visible tattoos. We could've watched mafia movies on lazy weekends (because in my mind, you love the Godfather as much as I do) and incessantly made fun of that dumb bitchy sorority girl from our section that every hated. We could've been meant for each other and become one of those couples who have farting contests.

But you got hit by a car and last I heard, you took a leave of absence from school and was back with your parents. If you are not dead, I would love to go get a drink with you.

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