What is This?

There are several things I could do with this post. 

For one, I could recount the exact details of my latest meeting with Amber, all the way down to where we sat and what we were wearing.

For another, I could dance all around the subject, weaseling in just enough references to the meeting to be able to call this post a conversational partner post.

For a third, I could begin the post with several options for how to continue the post—just to procrastinate and jack up the word count—and then move into the real body of the post which will cover the conversation I had with Amber, but in such a way as to not recount the conversation with Amber whatsoever.

Hm.  This is a tough choice.  All three of those options are ever so enticing.  If you hadn’t noticed, though, I’ve already done the first and second options.  So really, there’s only one option, which would be the third one.  But then, you already knew that, didn’t you?  You’re a smart one like that.

Let us move from the pretense and begin the story, shall we? 

The BLUU is as good of a place to start as any.  It’s a good place to start because, well, that’s where I was.  Now I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking that I was at the BLUU to meet with Amber, and also that I said I was going to not recount the conversation with Amber whatsoever.  You’re wrong.  Well, kind of.  So keep those smart-aleck thoughts to yourself as I continue, if you would be so kind.

Now, I was in the BLUU, right?  Yes, of course I was.  Because I was hungry, and when I’m hungry I go to the BLUU.  Unless of course I’m avoiding people.  In this is case, however, I was not avoiding people, so I was in the BLUU.  When I entered the BLUU, it was pretty empty.  There were a couple workers at Union Grounds, a few people tucked in the back corner talking over coffee, and then, empty. 

As I was surveying the area, I was approached by a girl of Asian descent who happened to be wearing a bright yellow sweater with a hood.  It looked very comfortable.  This girl greeted me, and I returned the courtesy gesture.  It was at this point that we sat down, and for no particular reason, began to converse about random subjects of little importance. 

I would like, at this point, to stress the fact that this random Asian girl in the yellow sweater with a hood was a complete stranger.  Now that I have stressed that fact, I shall return to the story.

Where was I?  Ah yes, little importance.  To continue on that note, at some point I inquired to see if the girl was hungry.  She made mention to the fact that she was refraining from eating dinner in order to maintain the same weight and shape as she had at the beginning of the semester so that she will not receive any comments on it from her parents when she goes back home.  Thus we remained seated by Union Grounds, and I internally debated whether or not I should purchase a caffeinated beverage. 

It was around this point, I believe, that we were approached by several other international students.  In the end our motley group contained America, China, the Netherlands, and Denmark.  These others came for coffee and then stayed for no palpable reason.  Our conversation then inevitably delved into native languages and the differences therein.

From there we moved to trampolines.  The transition to get on that subject is a rather fuzzy memory and may or may not have involved alcohol.  Whatever the case may have been, we got there, and it developed that the Netherlands and Denmark were venturing out to a building with a floor of trampolines.  For whatever reason I decided to add America to their mix, a suggestion with which they were delighted.  I said farewell to my Asian acquaintance and departed.

Postscript:  I lied.  Where, when, and why are for you to decide.