Classes have begun. For me, this means many things. Spending ridiculous amounts of money on textbooks which I will most likely open twice during the entire semester (once for midterms, once for the final) and then sell back for 30% of the original price, getting used to walking to campus (my chauffer has graduated, much to the dismay of my delicate feet. No high heels for Meggan this semester...), and a ginormous influx of people that make driving to the 7-11 around the corner a 30 minute endeavor. And as long as the weather is nice, it also means that it is time for the cherished ritual of library wall heckling. This is a sport that was introduced to me by my former roommate Lisha. It began as sitting outside, enjoying the sun, and playing an informal game of "who has more friends." Lisha, of course, annhilated me at that game. However, as time progressed, "who has more friends" evolved into "who can make more friends," also known in the common world as "heckling."
Today was the first heckling day of the season. The sun was shining, my new haircut was working, and I was fully pumped up to meet some new friends. I am, after all, an art history major, and as much as I love my classes, they just don't offer a whole lot of male-female interaction. Our day started off slow, but eventually Lisha and I built up enough momentum to make things interesting. Most of our advances are received warmly (our two most successful new friends resulted in a BBQ invitation as well as an email exchange. Not that we will persue the aforementioned boys, but heckling is all about making the connection). But some people just don't know how to take a compliment. As one particular fellow passed, Lisha said, "I like your jeans." Nothing offensive, nothing obnoxious....and he GLARED at us. Some people don't know how to respond, but at least they give an awkward smile or something. A response such as nice-jeans-boy's is just uncalled for.
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