Giddy

Koi, Like the Fish

My first semester of college, I spent a lot of my time sitting alone. I spent the first couple weeks sitting actually outside on campus, and gradually made my way to hiding inside my car.

There was someone I met though that seemed determined to meet new people.

I was alone, on my phone, sitting on these sort of terrace steps of grass behind our library. Then someone came by and asked if he could sit next to me. He said he saw me from a distance and thought I was cute so he decided to come over to talk.

This definitely brought my post break up spirits up. We didn't get to talk for long because he had a class coming up soon, but we exchanged numbers.

"I'm Khoi by the way. Like the fish but spelled a little different."

He was cute and the same age as me. This happened a while ago so I apologize that I can't put much more feeling behind the experience. But we agreed to meet up again. Which we did. We walked around campus and looked at club booths and one of those events where clubs and organizations try to recruit you to join. He seemed like such a great guy. His goal was to transfer to UCLA after three years. At the time he was working with a catering company. We didn't talk much again after that first week of getting to know each other. At the end of the semester I did ask him about this psychology class he took and the professor who taught it because I was going to sign up for that same class. Oh and to add to his ambition of transferring to UCLA, he was in this honors program. Super smarty pants stuff. I wonder how that guy's doing.

Man, when I reread all my other previous "problems" I had gotten giddy all over again. I want to experience my heart racing again and being so in love with love.