The Copier!

The Copier!

The last day of May was a crazy eventful day; ok, that is a complete bamboozle being that I was at the library all day. The one exciting, crazy, and shining moment I had at the Ebling Library, which is the Health Science library at UW-Madison, was the copy machine. This sounds kind of weird, but the copy machine actually scans whatever you want to copy, and emails the copy wherever you want to send it. You could send the copy to a complete stranger if you really wanted to. Ok, you are correct that the copy machine was not the shining moment, but that machine was pretty cool. Actually I meet a girl in the library who I never saw before, but she had a wonderful smile that just lit up the room. After the occasional "how's the copier working for you?" I decided to go in for the kill. The "kill" after thinking about the concept a little more is actually a kiss. So, I guess I didn't really go for the "kill", but I did ask for her number. To tell you the truth that might have been the only time that I did not know someone, and ask for there number right out of the blue, but today was the day; the day of the copier where she graced my sheet of paper with her number.

I decided that I need to gain some advice on how I should approach the situation, seeing as I have never done this before. I sent a text to my friend in Illinois, asked my roommate, asked the Executive Assistant at work the next day, and the list could go on, but nothing would prepare me for the night I was going to have.

The rule as you know it is a two day maximum wait, but also there is a two day limit before you call the person. If you take more then two days to make the call she might forget who you are all together, but you go in for the kill right away she is going to think you are a complete creep.

This for me was a "wow" moment because this could be the most memorable date ever! Let us just assess the situation; I move to Madison with "knowing" three people total, I have an exciting job being a complete nerd and I spend the majority of my time in the Library or searching PubMed twenty-four seven, I continue on my adventure of the library only to find a girl with a bright smile, and a similar occupation/dream. What more could you ask for, right? Well, I need to call her before I get to excited. So, one Saturday I decided that I am going to call her, but had to make sure that I made it right after the two days, but before it was to late to do something that night. I waited until a complete 48 hours to utilize the situation at hand.

This is not your traditional date or your most liberal date experience, but it is creative I think from the very beginning. After seeing what she was up to, she pulled the 'ol "I have to see, what are you up to?" Ah ha! She is trying to play the game! I say, "You want to get a bite to eat? maybe Rocky's"? She laughs because that is a cheap pizza place, but my thought is if she doesn't like that I am poor, but also want something truthful to how I spend my Saturday, then she doesn't want to be with me. So, before our talk is over we make plans to meet at off the bike path at the intersection of Path and Murray St.

Ironically there is a basketball court which I plan to shoot some hoops to bring the game on the court. (that's what I'm talking about!!). It seems that the most common date I have in on the basketball court and the ones before this one have always gone wrong, but I have hope that this is going to work. After eating, and shooting some hoops I plan on walking down to get some ice cream, and by that time it will be dark enough to walk to a secret spot that I found on a run to skip rocks along the Lake Monona and see the capitol light shine bright in the sky.

Fast Forward

Let me say that everything was going ok until the skipping rocks was actually more along the lines of skipping the capitol lights. We didn't even make it to the walk before the ice cream, and the date ended when she rode off before forty-five minutes into the night.


Quote of the Week:


“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” -T. Roosevelt