Weird Day
[Question]
11 days
I have a bit of a dilemma. Picture this if you will, I was just minding my own business in a coffee shop when some dude sat at my table. “I can’t help but notice that you’re reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins?”
“...Yes?” I responded, weirded out by this random dude at my table.
“I couldn't help but want to talk to you. I love reading. Especially feminist literature. Do you know Virginia Woolf by any chance?” The boy gestured as he took a sip of his matcha latte, rattling the labubu keychain hanging on his tote bag. We stared at each other for five awkward seconds until I bit the bullet and answered.
“I’ve read her for assignments and stuff.”
The boy was taken aback. I wanted to apologize and elaborate but I was interrupted. “I see. Yeah me too. I actually did a college paper on her weeks ago. I love going to college and actually learning instead of those frat boys you see partying and trying to hit up every girl on campus.”
“Uh..huh.”
“So like what do you listen to?” The boy shifted in his seat. “I love Clairo, Phoebe Bridgers and Billie Eilish. I think women just do music way better. Oh and fleetwood-”
“Hey…uh,” I stood up immediately. The boy almost looked offended before switching back to his neutral smile. “I gotta go…”
So I left. If I was any other girl I would’ve been falling all over and squealing at every word that blond boy said. But guess what? I’m not like other girls ;)
The End.
“...Yes?” I responded, weirded out by this random dude at my table.
“I couldn't help but want to talk to you. I love reading. Especially feminist literature. Do you know Virginia Woolf by any chance?” The boy gestured as he took a sip of his matcha latte, rattling the labubu keychain hanging on his tote bag. We stared at each other for five awkward seconds until I bit the bullet and answered.
“I’ve read her for assignments and stuff.”
The boy was taken aback. I wanted to apologize and elaborate but I was interrupted. “I see. Yeah me too. I actually did a college paper on her weeks ago. I love going to college and actually learning instead of those frat boys you see partying and trying to hit up every girl on campus.”
“Uh..huh.”
“So like what do you listen to?” The boy shifted in his seat. “I love Clairo, Phoebe Bridgers and Billie Eilish. I think women just do music way better. Oh and fleetwood-”
“Hey…uh,” I stood up immediately. The boy almost looked offended before switching back to his neutral smile. “I gotta go…”
So I left. If I was any other girl I would’ve been falling all over and squealing at every word that blond boy said. But guess what? I’m not like other girls ;)
The End.
