but that was all due to the Federal Government interference. He knew too well the sickness of a gambling addiction.
The English class was finally over, and Beautiful Man ran for his moped, this time, to make it to swim class. It was too bad he didn't have time for an early lunch, and maybe even a sort of date, but he had one more class today and one meeting tonight. Then he could relax and think about how to meet up with the beautiful cool Blondie.
Paulie immediately noticed the disappearance of Beautiful Man after class. She sighed in disappointment. Just her luck, when she finally found someone that caught her eye, he disappeared like a jackrabbit. So far all the guys she had met were unappealing. They seemed like either airheads or party animals. None of them had the athletic, good looks of Beautiful Man.
Paulie trudged across the U of M campus and waited in the long line at the school cafeteria. She was determined to eat more than a Twinkie this time. She looked around while she tapped her foot, looking over the hot foods available today for lunch. Chilidogs looked good. The salad was good. She could choose from the ones premade, or she had a salad bar to make her own. Paulie selected a premade chef salad and a chilidog and coke, and then headed over to one of the round tables that looked cozy. It was full of students, but she didn't know any of them. It was time to plunge into the social connections.
Paulie spoke to the group as if they were one and said, "Hi."
One boy in glasses on the other side of the table said, "Hey." That was it.
Paulie continued to eat her dinner in silence, thinking, "so much for friends at college and social connections."
A dark haired girl dressed in the latest collegiate gear spoke up. "I'm Taylor. I think we're in the same dorm and English together." Taylor pulled her ponytail tighter into her bright blue scrunchy. "This morning was crazy in the dorms."
Paulie answered Taylor, "I'm in Richardson, Floor 3, and I have Professor Sartain for English. And yes, the dorm was nuts with everyone trying to get ready at the same time in the same tight space."
Taylor nodded. "Yes, we are in the same places. Dorm zoo and all. Maybe we can study together sometime."
Paulie smiled widely at Taylor, "I'd love that."
Paulie spoke to the table at large, "Does anyone know where the Wesley Foundation is located? This campus is so large that even with a map I'm lost. I know it's on the West side of the campus, but that is a big space."
Taylor replied, "The Wesley Foundation is on the same street as our dorm, across from the library. It is just this side of the library but on the opposite side of the road. There is a shuttle you can pick up on Patterson and Central near the front of the dorm that will drop you at the library or at Wesley."
Paulie flashed her wicked smile again, "Thanks so much. I have been running back and forth across this campus this morning. Thank goodness I don't have any afternoon classes except swimming, and that is later, after lunch. I picked a PE class I thought I would enjoy. I'm going to pick something different each semester, I think, just to learn new things."
Taylor answered, "I like swimming because we have an outdoor Olympic-sized pool for the class, but if it's raining we also have an indoor pool. I like the exercise every day."
Paulie frowned. "I thought we only met on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?"
Taylor said, "You are right, but I go every day at 4. That's my class time, and I just make it a habit so I won't get too stiff. I also want to avoid the Freshman Fifteen."
Paulie smiled, "That's my class, too. I think I may join you. I don't want the Fifteen Flu either."
Taylor picked up her dinner tray. "I'll see you in swimming, then." She walked to the bussing area and placed her tray. Then she turned and waved and headed out to the sidewalk.
Paulie finished her salad. She learned the boy with glasses was Toby, and he was one of the thousands in her Psych
The English class was finally over, and Beautiful Man ran for his moped, this time, to make it to swim class. It was too bad he didn't have time for an early lunch, and maybe even a sort of date, but he had one more class today and one meeting tonight. Then he could relax and think about how to meet up with the beautiful cool Blondie.
Paulie immediately noticed the disappearance of Beautiful Man after class. She sighed in disappointment. Just her luck, when she finally found someone that caught her eye, he disappeared like a jackrabbit. So far all the guys she had met were unappealing. They seemed like either airheads or party animals. None of them had the athletic, good looks of Beautiful Man.
Paulie trudged across the U of M campus and waited in the long line at the school cafeteria. She was determined to eat more than a Twinkie this time. She looked around while she tapped her foot, looking over the hot foods available today for lunch. Chilidogs looked good. The salad was good. She could choose from the ones premade, or she had a salad bar to make her own. Paulie selected a premade chef salad and a chilidog and coke, and then headed over to one of the round tables that looked cozy. It was full of students, but she didn't know any of them. It was time to plunge into the social connections.
Paulie spoke to the group as if they were one and said, "Hi."
One boy in glasses on the other side of the table said, "Hey." That was it.
Paulie continued to eat her dinner in silence, thinking, "so much for friends at college and social connections."
A dark haired girl dressed in the latest collegiate gear spoke up. "I'm Taylor. I think we're in the same dorm and English together." Taylor pulled her ponytail tighter into her bright blue scrunchy. "This morning was crazy in the dorms."
Paulie answered Taylor, "I'm in Richardson, Floor 3, and I have Professor Sartain for English. And yes, the dorm was nuts with everyone trying to get ready at the same time in the same tight space."
Taylor nodded. "Yes, we are in the same places. Dorm zoo and all. Maybe we can study together sometime."
Paulie smiled widely at Taylor, "I'd love that."
Paulie spoke to the table at large, "Does anyone know where the Wesley Foundation is located? This campus is so large that even with a map I'm lost. I know it's on the West side of the campus, but that is a big space."
Taylor replied, "The Wesley Foundation is on the same street as our dorm, across from the library. It is just this side of the library but on the opposite side of the road. There is a shuttle you can pick up on Patterson and Central near the front of the dorm that will drop you at the library or at Wesley."
Paulie flashed her wicked smile again, "Thanks so much. I have been running back and forth across this campus this morning. Thank goodness I don't have any afternoon classes except swimming, and that is later, after lunch. I picked a PE class I thought I would enjoy. I'm going to pick something different each semester, I think, just to learn new things."
Taylor answered, "I like swimming because we have an outdoor Olympic-sized pool for the class, but if it's raining we also have an indoor pool. I like the exercise every day."
Paulie frowned. "I thought we only met on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?"
Taylor said, "You are right, but I go every day at 4. That's my class time, and I just make it a habit so I won't get too stiff. I also want to avoid the Freshman Fifteen."
Paulie smiled, "That's my class, too. I think I may join you. I don't want the Fifteen Flu either."
Taylor picked up her dinner tray. "I'll see you in swimming, then." She walked to the bussing area and placed her tray. Then she turned and waved and headed out to the sidewalk.
Paulie finished her salad. She learned the boy with glasses was Toby, and he was one of the thousands in her Psych
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