A Lonely Semester

Yesterday was an interesting day, more-so an interesting evening. North Campus Late-Night is the best. I love the chicken wings. Fields, Tang, and I had waited until 9pm to head out to get some dinner, and like always, we struck some interesting conversation.

It all started with Fields’ usual, “Damn, it looks like we’re the most attractive ones here, again.” Haha, funny thing, it’s not an exaggeration (just kidding). We look around the dining area, and there’s an average amount of people there at late night. One major thing I noticed as I surveyed the place was that they were not eating alone. And I don’t mean alone per-se. What I mean is, every boy had his girl to eat with, and just as well every girl had her boy to eat with. I was silently happy for them, but at the same time a bit envious.

We, the 3 musketeers Minorities all happen to be fine, young, eligible ‘bachelors’ now (*ahem* or still ‘bachelors’). Not minorities in terms of race, but as guys without a ’shorty,’ no woman, no ’sunshine’ to cut through the miserable everyday gloom that accompanies life. Weirdest thing, something about this semester tends to scream, “You’re gonna be miserable.”

Sorry, emotional moment there, my bad. Hand me the blade, will you?

Again, just kidding.

Anyway, seeing these couples reminded me of a good friend of mine. It seems that he has, in a way, lost one of the things that makes him the happiest. That’s right you guessed it, his girl. It hurts to see him down, but in an optimistic sort of view, the feelings he’s experiencing can only make him stronger in the end, right? Who knows. As for me and Fields, well, let’s just say we’ve never been lucky enough to be in that damn game of love to begin with. I’m not too sure why though. It’s not like we’re trying to avoid girls, and it’s not like we don’t want a relationship. Shit, it’s probably been number 1 on our hit list for the longest time.

With all this said, we start talking about Katsucon and such. Fields and I are constantly reassured by Tang that we will eventually find our own girls. “See, just get a fresh cut, less baggy clothes (it makes you look fat), and start talking to Bitches. On the plus side, we’re not that bad looking, especially compared to the majority of what we see around campus. You’ve got a nice opportunity coming at Katsu, so make good use of that.” Those weren’t his exact words, but if I were to put them in a nutshell, that’s basically what it would sound like. Bullshit aside, we end the evening with a hearty salad and an even stronger connection.

I wish I could have somebody special to confide in. I know I have my close circle of friends to keep me in check, but sometimes they just don’t cut it. I want that someone that I can rely on, that someone I can talk to for hours, that someone I can look forward to seeing, that someone I can potentially love.

I really hope I do meet my very own Sweetest Girl sometime soon, but as of right now, it’s looking like another lonely semester.

~ by akoe311 on January 31, 2008.