young love

so many moons ago (like, say, undergrad) i had a little fling with a hottie from singapore. dude was awesome. long black hair i'd have killed for, great hands, and a penchant for briefs (ick, i know, inga hates, no loathes, the briefs, but on this guy, hello - we're talking red ones and blue ones and - yes - leopard print ones! but seriously, anyone out there remember kavi? if you do, then you understand why the briefs didn't matter). anyway, kavi was something else, all deep brown eyes and sappy poetry. i'll admit it. he was hot. and my super fair skin entwined with his smooth tanned skin? nice.

okay, so the point of this story? young love.

in my class this summer, i have a kavi-clone. he's a practiced player, to be sure, or at least would like to think he is. there's a blondie in class who has caught his eye. she's languid in her movements. he's full of energy. he came up to me during break one morning, asked if he could move his presentation time to another day.

sure, i said, having just announced earlier that people presenting on the same day could work together to co-present their information.

dude spent a lot of time looking at the sign-up sheet, pretending to contemplate different days. i was amused. i could have bet a million dollars on where he was going to sign up. sure enough, after much contemplation, he put his name on the date blondie is also presenting. then he looked up, soulful eyes so earnest.

'oh,' he said, wide-eyed and innocent. 'who is x?'

'x,' i said, 'is the girl sitting directly in front of you.'

he glanced behind him at the row of desks. blondie was looking at her notes. a look of 'surprise' crossed his face. 'oh, really? cool.' he glided back to his seat, nodding non-chalantly to blondie.

seriously, do the kids just not get that from the front of the room we can see everything? well played, dude.

but i wonder - does that mean my profs picked up on all the subtle flirting and such during my days as an undergrad/grad?

alack!