This is part 2 of "I do things so you'll know better." Again, we're going back to my undergrad years, 1980-84. A dorm mate fixed me up with a graduate student in chemistry who I'd met briefly on campus. She felt we'd get along great, and told me two things:
- He's very smart.
- He lives in his own world.
We were to meet at a local chocolate shop that Friday--a not-quite-blind (nearsighted?) date with a graduate student in chemistry, a guy in his mid-twenties. Ugh. I'm a junior undergrad studying what my pre-med friend called one of the pretend sciences -- psychology. I wondered what on earth we would talk about. In my immature junior year mind, there was only one thing to do that made sense.
Hot date homework?I studied for my date. Meaning, I read up on chemistry. You will be relieved to know that I was smart enough not to go to an actual chemistry textbook. In a decision that foreshadowed my future career as a librarian, I went to the library and consulted the Readers Guide. Yes, I researched "chemistry in society." Superfund sites, DDT, ozone depletion, blah, blah blah. Let him think I'm homely or immature, but I'll show him I know a thing or two about chemical spills!
Wanna know how things went? Part 3 coming soon!
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Aw, come on, no fair baiting us!
ReplyDeleteI'd come by to check on you anyhow. No need to add a cliffhanger.
Kind of funny story, though. I'll try hard to be patient for the ending. *G*
Was the chocolate shop McCord's? They have (had?) the best chocolate malts I have ever tasted!
ReplyDeleteI think it's so cute that you studied for your date. Somehow, though, I have the feeling that it did not end well...
ReplyDeleteeither it didn't go well, or they're happily married how many years later?
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