Thinking back, the essay groups opened up a new world of information. Since everyone was being divided into groups, that consequently meant that his name had to be on the list as well. There was only one large disadvantage. The list was quite extensive. And by quite, I mean around 500 names long. Of course, girls could be deleted instantaneously, which left around 200 names up for consideration. My group consisted of three girls and one boy. But it wasn't him.
To be honest, I wasn't infatuated enough to check every single name on the list. I think I tried the first 50 names by entering them in Google, but I very soon found out that Google almost never provided me with enough information to actually identify him. At this moment, finding him would be fairly easy. I'd just have to check Facebook. If I didn't know his name, I would just browse through some pictures until I eventually found him. But Facebook wasn't that widespread back then as it is today, so the list was pretty much everything I got.
At our campus, we have a library that only holds books about our study domain. It's a feature that comes in handy, especially when you have to write an entire scientific essay about a subject you're not familiar with.
I still remember the day the other group members and I were expected at the library for a little tour. Because the librarians obviously didn't feel like playing tourguide for every single group, they bundled some of the groups.
We met up with the other students at the entrance of the library. I was pretty nervous, and I don't remember why. I guess the idea of meeting him was too much for me to handle. The tour started, and the nervosity ebbed just as fast as it had appeared earlier. I was caught off guard when all of a sudden he showed up. I initially thought he was late again (casually late had become his second name), but it turned out he wasn't supposed to be part of the tour group. He had probably just been studying there.
For a few weeks, there wasn't a lot of progress in my quest to find his name. In the meantime, my friends mostly positioned ourselves just behind B. and his friends in the auditorium. I didn't know B. at the time, but he was a good source for gossip, since his friends were socially very active. And of course, since he was already out, I loved the gay talk.
But let's stay focused. One day, I had a crystal clear view of mystery boy. It seemed he had some flyers laying on his seatback tray, indicating that he was very likely a member of the organisation he was flyering for. Of course, the name of this youth organisation was entered properly into Google as soon as I got back home.
There it was. His name. Both his first and last name, under a picture that didn't even come close to his gorgeousness in real life. Now I officially knew his name. Please welcome F.
To be honest, I wasn't infatuated enough to check every single name on the list. I think I tried the first 50 names by entering them in Google, but I very soon found out that Google almost never provided me with enough information to actually identify him. At this moment, finding him would be fairly easy. I'd just have to check Facebook. If I didn't know his name, I would just browse through some pictures until I eventually found him. But Facebook wasn't that widespread back then as it is today, so the list was pretty much everything I got.
At our campus, we have a library that only holds books about our study domain. It's a feature that comes in handy, especially when you have to write an entire scientific essay about a subject you're not familiar with.
I still remember the day the other group members and I were expected at the library for a little tour. Because the librarians obviously didn't feel like playing tourguide for every single group, they bundled some of the groups.
We met up with the other students at the entrance of the library. I was pretty nervous, and I don't remember why. I guess the idea of meeting him was too much for me to handle. The tour started, and the nervosity ebbed just as fast as it had appeared earlier. I was caught off guard when all of a sudden he showed up. I initially thought he was late again (casually late had become his second name), but it turned out he wasn't supposed to be part of the tour group. He had probably just been studying there.
For a few weeks, there wasn't a lot of progress in my quest to find his name. In the meantime, my friends mostly positioned ourselves just behind B. and his friends in the auditorium. I didn't know B. at the time, but he was a good source for gossip, since his friends were socially very active. And of course, since he was already out, I loved the gay talk.
But let's stay focused. One day, I had a crystal clear view of mystery boy. It seemed he had some flyers laying on his seatback tray, indicating that he was very likely a member of the organisation he was flyering for. Of course, the name of this youth organisation was entered properly into Google as soon as I got back home.
There it was. His name. Both his first and last name, under a picture that didn't even come close to his gorgeousness in real life. Now I officially knew his name. Please welcome F.
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