Soap Opera Sunday - College One

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I went to college in Boston, the mecca of college towns. Because the city is so full of college students, bars have extremely high I.D. standards. The only people I knew who got into bars underage were people who had used a sibling's birth certificate to get an actual driver's license and members of college hockey teams. Oh, and those of us who had a friend who worked at a bar. I didn't fall into the last category until my junior year, but I tried to make up for lost time. The bar my friend worked at was about three blocks from my apartment, filled with comfy couches and cute boys from my college and our rival (if you too went to college in Boston, it was Our House and I went to BU). It was perfect.

Not being 21 yet and only able to take the 18 and over clubs one night a week, I went to Our House a lot. One night I saw an exceptionally cute boy there. Now, I believed that boys who were interested would approach me - I never, ever approached a guy. Being 20 and blond (at the time), this approach worked rather well. So when I noticed exceptionally cute boy staring at me, I smiled and waited for him to approach. And waited. And waited. I walked past him, just in case he was the lazy type. He grinned and said nothing.

I had my friend Sherry make sure that he was, in fact, staring at me. Sherry, to her credit, was understanding about my reluctance to just go up and talk to him. We made one more circuit past him and STILL he didn't say anything. I don't know why I couldn't just give up. Or make my own move. I downed my beer and went and got another. I eyed him cautiously. He was dressed like a serious college preppy. He seemed quieter than his friends. Could he possibly be shy?

I decided to make one final attempt. If it didn't work, I would go join Sherry and the frat boys in the corner. I walked by exceptionally cute boy one more time . . .and stepped on his foot. "Oh, sorry!" I exclaimed. (I don't think I would recommend this move unless you are completely positive the guy has been smiling at you for the last hour or so).

"Don't worry about it! What's your name?" he replied quickly.