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Strange, strange, strange
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:20 pmEDIT (6 Feb 07): The further I get from this chain of events, the weirder it seems. The more I think about it, the more it doesn't make ANY SENSE AT ALL. How could things have made so much sense at the time? Even drunkenness and sleep-deprivation and desire generally don't make a person that stupid. I suppose I didn't really do anything stupid; the whole event was just STRANGE.
I will say, though, that the mood I was in for most of Sunday was actually sort of a nice one.
Anyway, back to your previously written entry.
...
This morning was a dream. Eight hours of a waking dream, a beautiful one. A year ago a genuinely caring first year made sure that a small group of prospective students were fed and entertained on their unplanned third day in New Haven, as a blizzard had dropped several feet of snow over the town. Six months ago I saw him on a shuttle, carrying agar plates from one campus to the other, and we said hellos, nothing more. Friday our prospective students were interviewing on the same side of campus, and it became a game as we passed each other to make faces or tease each other, and suddenly I found myself flirting with this amazing second-year.... So many other things happened this weekend, but eventually last night I ended up in a bar, a dive really, drinking with five second-years on Yale's tab long after our prospectives had called it a night. The merest hint of cuddling and attempts at hand-holding evolved into leaning on one another as the party moved from the bar to someone's house, where the other four played Mario Kart and we two simply enjoyed being near each other. (Sounds so corny, of course, but that's the way things work, isn't it? It's corny because it's been said a million times; it's been said a million times because it's how things are.) Three a.m. came and went, and eventually rides were offered, and I walked into my apartment alone and happy...
( until )
I will say, though, that the mood I was in for most of Sunday was actually sort of a nice one.
Anyway, back to your previously written entry.
...
This morning was a dream. Eight hours of a waking dream, a beautiful one. A year ago a genuinely caring first year made sure that a small group of prospective students were fed and entertained on their unplanned third day in New Haven, as a blizzard had dropped several feet of snow over the town. Six months ago I saw him on a shuttle, carrying agar plates from one campus to the other, and we said hellos, nothing more. Friday our prospective students were interviewing on the same side of campus, and it became a game as we passed each other to make faces or tease each other, and suddenly I found myself flirting with this amazing second-year.... So many other things happened this weekend, but eventually last night I ended up in a bar, a dive really, drinking with five second-years on Yale's tab long after our prospectives had called it a night. The merest hint of cuddling and attempts at hand-holding evolved into leaning on one another as the party moved from the bar to someone's house, where the other four played Mario Kart and we two simply enjoyed being near each other. (Sounds so corny, of course, but that's the way things work, isn't it? It's corny because it's been said a million times; it's been said a million times because it's how things are.) Three a.m. came and went, and eventually rides were offered, and I walked into my apartment alone and happy...
( until )
