Would you be surprised if we told you we signed up for an elective together? We didn't think so. We feel very strongly that by living together and having all the same classes together, we were still lacking a quality-time ratio. Let me express to you the importance of choosing electives with the potential of meeting someone from the male species. There is one boy in our design classes. ONE. Electives are a legendary time in which the Clarke building unleashes designers into unknown territory, as if we have exactly one hour to spot a rare unicorn: AKA a man. So go ahead, close your eyes, imagine us walking across campus with the hopes of meeting only the cutest men enrolled ... and of course having them sweep us off our feet, and ride off into the sunset on a bicycle built for two.
Enter World Religions.
As we briskly enter room 111, (after a quick pep talk) we're on the prowl. Are those two empty seats in between two quite eligible bachelors we see? Dare we hope? There's no apparent glimmer coming from the left hand where the fourth finger meets the knuckle. So we stake our territory by strategically placing ourselves in said empty seats, and await the ringing of church bells.
HALT!
The universe has once again taken pleasure in conspiring against us. Dashed to pieces are our dreams of romance! Gone forever is the window of opportunity! I swear those rings just popped up, like daisies! Things can only go up from here ... that is until the next class ... when it happened again. 111 has become the new 666.
(Stay tuned for part 2)
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