After our awkward computer lab encounter, you’d think that Jeff would be too embarrassed to ask me out. I wasn’t exactly nice. In fact, I was as friendly as a cactus.
So what would give Jeff the courage to suddenly ask me out on a date?
My contacts. Or actually, my lack of contacts.
Our college cafeteria was an all you-can-eat heaven with an endless dessert bar, hot gooey pizzas, and a made to order pasta menu. And since this was a college cafeteria, no one cared what you ate or what you looked like. It didn’t take very long for us freshmen girls to ditch our sense of fashion, get our sweatsuit-and-ponytail-thang on for dinners in the caf, and serve up a second helping of cajun spiced fries and double chip brownies.
Heaven I tell you.
So as per usual, I suited up in my best sweatpants, greased back the ponytail hair, and didn’t wear my contacts or glasses to dinner one night. It wasn’t a big deal – my vision was just good enough to get around without running into any large blurry objects, and it wasn’t like I was trying to impress anyone. So as I waited in line for the soft serve ice cream machine, I wanted to know what time it was, and I tried reading the large wall clock that was across the room.
And who just so happened to be sitting right underneath the large wall clock? Jeff. As I was squinting to read the dials, Jeff saw me from across the room, MAKING EYES AT HIM.
The discouraged Jeff felt suddenly bolstered by my obvious eye contact, that he nodded a cool and sexy “hey” back in my direction. And according to Jeff, we made eyes all dinner long.
Oh yeah, The Hot Librarian was interested! She wasn’t appalled by his advances – she was just playing hard to get! Jeff said he did an internal happy dance all the way back to his dorm room.
And he called me the next evening to ask me out, but that’s a totally different story.
(To be continued… This is just one part of the story of how Jeff and I fell in love. You can read the entire series, or start at the beginning here.)