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Getting Cold Feet with a Violinist at the Library
was a taking a music class over the summer and was required to attend two classical concerts performed by our school's own music students and touring students from universities from around the world. During the two concerts, I couldn't keep my eyes off one of the Asian violin players. He just seemed to possess (as corny as it sounds) this hidden passion. Maybe that's inherent in all musicians. But the chances of meeting him was zilch- he might have been a touring student and it was just a core class i was taking, I didn't know any student from the music college- so I didn't think too much of it after my second concert. Imagine my surprise, a few days later when i went to the school music library to do research and laid eyes on a guy that looked so familiar. He was sitting in the back of the library studying. As i approached a table next to him our eyes locked for a few seconds before we both looked away. It took me a few seconds to realize who he was. I had always been shy but had been intrigued by this guy during the last two weeks. I wanted to go over and say something casual like, don't you play in the orchestra but couldn't work up the nerve. He wasn't your typical Asian guy. He was wearing burgundy pants and a green shirt. I found that so very attractive. I watched him, while pretending to do research, for something open from him - maybe a smile or even a look in my direction again. But he seemed so deeply engrossed in his studying that I gave up. But the moment i got up to leave, he shifted in his seat. It was a sign that he wasn't so deeply engrossed in his studying. I was going to make some copies and had made up my mind that i was definitely going to approach him after I made the copies. Imagine my disappointment when I came back ten minutes later and he was gone. I went back the next day at around the same time hoping to see him again but he wasn't there. so the moral of the story is, Carpe diem. Seize the day.
aa female
Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 11:19:23 (PDT)
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Azn
When you like somebody, you become hyper-sensitive to the smallest things that the object of our affection does. It's isn't an "Asian thing", you idiot. Everybody does things like that sometimes.
Get a Clue man....
Wednesday, October 17, 2001 at 23:51:45 (PDT)
AA female, sorry to hear that. Just think of it was one in a long line of opportunities you'll take part in. Next time however, talk to him first. You can always make the copies after you're done talking right? hehehee...
GOOD LUCK!,
Kevin Yang
Kevin Yang
Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 16:04:03 (PDT)
why is it that Asians take little insignificant things that people do and put a whole load of meaning into it? so the guy shifted in his chair....it means absolutely nothing!
Azn
Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 12:20:35 (PDT)
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