when we met. d/diary.
Note: this is stolen from myself, slightly edited. It’s a throwback to the 2018 A-to-Z challenge. I wrote a story (based on my real-life college experience) as a series of diary entries. This is the entry where I meet the guy. THE guy.
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I’ve decided that chemistry is my favorite class. I’ve always been more of a math girl than a science girl, but I have a good reason for my newfound love of chemistry. A few good reasons…
Reason #1: Chem is at 11 am. So I’m actually awake for it.
Reason #2: Professor Doctor Strange is awesome. Of course that’s not his real name. He’s really Dr. Davis… but he has a sexy accent and totally reminds me of Doctor Strange. So I’ve christened him thusly.
Reason #3: I didn’t know anyone in the class so I sat at an empty table and figured I’d have some random partner. But no one sat with me. Stupid odd number of students in the class. But! Dr. Strange said he’d have to be my partner. I was totally fine with that… although I should not be having impure thoughts about my professor. But I’m not going to stop. Fuck… I hope I pass the class! Failing would be embarrassing. Especially with my professor partner.
Reason #4: I lost sexy-accent-professor as my lab partner. That’s not the good part of this reason, though. This is: We have an even number of students in the class now. Someone transferred in. So I got him for my partner.
Mr. Hottie. The guy I saw at dinner the day I moved in. The guy I’ve been dreaming of seeing again. And now he’s my lab partner.
Mr. Fucking. Hottie. Is. My. Lab. Partner.
Oh my god. This kind of thing never happens to me.
My heart is beating so fast. I need to chill the fuck out.
p.s. — I guess this is cheating—using something I wrote a long time ago—but I thought it was perfect for this. If you want to read the whole story, you can! Dear Diary | A to Z 2018
Hot guy: model unknown (but I’d like to run my fingers through his hair)