After screwing up the courage to ask the lanky, artsy, indie-rock-but-I-bathe-looking guy with the cool glasses in Wickline's photo 100 class out for coffee on the last night of class, he wasn't there tonight. I don't want to get all Desperately Seeking Susan/ craigslisty (exhibit a , exhibit b) about this or anything, but I'd like to know his name. And what sort of photographs he takes.
It's only fair, given that he must already know something about me after seeing my pictures.
Instead, I'm left with the one exchange we had last Monday:
Me: "Umm, your backpack is open."
You: "Umm, thanks."
Sigh.
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