all4theduke

Well, to begin with, recently I watched Sleepless in Seattle again for I don't know the bazillionth time, I guess. And I got to thinking, the part where the little boy Jonah calls in to the radio show and tells all about his dad and they give the callers nicknames like "Sleepless in Seattle", well I recently am feeling like my life should have such a nickname assigned to it. How about "Blundering in Blacksburg" or "Baffled in Blacksburg". I know this all makes no sense, but thats because I haven't gotten to the story behind it. It all started on the first day of classes this year. Me, always the unsuspecting innocent that I am, walk into my Historical Methods class thinking, "oh gosh, I really need to do well in this class because this is a important one for my major and besides that, I have to pass with a C or higher to continue on." Well like I said, all unbeknownst to me, I go to this class never once suspecting the peril I am placing mysef in. I go in and find a seat, which isn't hard because I always get there early, the big dork that I am, and wait for others to sidle in and class to begin. Little did I know there that one certain individual would soon cause me to loose track of what I needed to concentrate on and be a huge distraction. Yeah did I mention, that a percentage of our campus is cadets, yeah cadets, as in boys in uniform, as in major distraction, also not very good that seemingly they all seem to happen to be History majors like myself. Not good. Now to be completely honest, I'm a girl who likes a guy in uniform, who can blame me? But to get to the point, this class turned out to be about half cadets. Okay you say, she can overcome this right? Yeah, no problem. Just ignore the cadets, right, check, all good. Wrong. Yeah that seem to be a great plan until I caught sight of one particular cadet out of the bunch. For the sake of discretion and later any regrets on reciting this tale, said cadet will remain nameless. But to give the reader an idea of what was so disarming about this particular male co-ed, in a nutshell, he was tall, and I mean tall, about 6'3'' to be exact by his own reckoning, and dark, gotta love the dark type right? Oh and just in case that didn't cinch it for you, a pair of the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen, with long dark eyelashes that it is frankly unfair for a guy to have. Not to mention a smile to die for, I mean not overconfident type but the type that catch you offguard and kinda are shy and the kind you know that to see, you have to work for or earn. You a goner yet? Well I was. And the saddest part was, I didn't even know his name then. Reaching into the future a bit, once I got the nerve to talk to him, it got way worse. Okay, if all his outward traits weren't enough to knock a gal off her feet, you wouldn't believe this next part. He was the epitome of what I like to call a country boy. Redneck by his terms, country boy by mine. He possesses all the traits any country boy who is brought up right should, polite, courteous, and chivalrous, not to mention strongly patriotic and opinionated. He was pretty much your all-American guy, course the best version i had ever met. Well to get down to it, this cadet I knew I had to at least make friends with. Which I got right on as you can imagine. We are friends and have hung out a few glorious times, which were absolutely heavenly, even once, I skipped two of my classes and played hooky with said cadet, spending from 8 am that morning when we had a class together (historical methods) till 2:30 with him. Can you say, greatest day of my life. And it all just kinda happened, nothing preordained or planned, just one of those spontaneous days where things just seem to fall into place. The only pitfall to this relationship witht he cadet is, he is the type of guy that is hard to read, often moody, or kinda down, and tired, and as much time as I try to spend with him, I cannot honestly say how we stand. I am pretty sure he sees us as friends at least, but I can't help but wondering if maybe there is the option for more. Like I said, "Baffled in Blacksburg." See what I mean? Oh the wondering.......