Saney said:
Wizard, how well did you actually know Sarah? Did you talk to her? Hang out with her?
We were in several classes together. One day (sophomore year), on the first day of a class, I was sitting way in the back and wudntuknoit she sat in the back too RIGHT NEXT TO ME. She asked what the date was or what the teacher's name was or something, I forgot. She probably sat because she remembered me from a former class
The first class we had together (freshman year) I would always sit in the back. Sometimes she would sit in front of me. Her hair long and mesmerizing. One day I was walking towards a seat in the back and I looked in her eyes and she looked back. She tilted her head with a very feminine, sly smile on her face and did this kind of subtle wiggle in her seat (very feminine). These were all IOIs. But I was too pussy to talk to her. Fuck me. But I think it was the right thing to have done. It would have been awkward and a disaster if I had tried.
Back to sophomore class. It was the first day and for some reason the teacher wanted to test the class' knowledge out. He singled her out and asked HER a question to "guage the class's knowledge" (WHO DOES THINGS LIKE THAT?) . She gave an answer and the teacher responded very rudely saying something to the effect that they taught her wrong in whatever class she came from. She was embarrassed, I know it. But I didn't say squat to console her b/c I'm a pussy. But guess who was setting to her left (while I was to her right)? Mr. Suave' Chad "Confidence" Thundercock. He said something and she chuckled.. From then on she wouldn't sit in the back, but I did. It's funny, I would find myself accidentally staring at her and she would turn around and catch me as if she had intuition telling her a creep was staring.
I had several more classes with her but no interactions. Saw her on campus...we lived in same unisex dorm my senior year. Once saw her she smiled at me...so maybe she still doesn't hate me...
I THINK I have her email address. I've thought about emailing her anonymously confessing my love and seeing if she could guess who I am.