Around the time I found out what F.'s name was, my social life became a little more active. Since I had entered university, I pretty much stuck to my old high school friends. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that, but after two months, some new friends were added.
One of those new friends was someone who became a key contact into my quest to get closer to F. Don't get me wrong, I didn't become friends with him just because of F.
One day, I seem to recall it was a wednesday, we had class at 9 AM. I met up with some friends in front of the auditorium, before going in. When we went inside, one of the girls from my essay group, with whom I was standing outside, adressed the guy that would become one of my friends. I sat next to him that day, and from then on, he always joined our group.
The guy was tall, had curly hair, and was just a bit out of shape. Every time I saw him, he kinda reminded me of the lead singer of The Kooks. He played the guitar. I actually noticed this because he had long fingernails. He was a great guy to say the least, but then again, he wasn't very talkative. And once the general getting-to-know-you talk was behind us, it became considerably harder to keep the conversation going between us.
One thing I did notice though, was that he was much more talkative toward girls. And I also noticed he had occasional contact with F. He was in the same essay group as him. An advantage to say the least, for common friends are the best head start you can have in the race to get to meet one another.
The friendship between Mr. Kooks and I quickly flourished. Sometimes, when we had the time, we would even go have lunch together.
One day, it finally happened. We had both agreed to grab lunch together. We met up before the auditorium, when all of a sudden he said:
One of those new friends was someone who became a key contact into my quest to get closer to F. Don't get me wrong, I didn't become friends with him just because of F.
One day, I seem to recall it was a wednesday, we had class at 9 AM. I met up with some friends in front of the auditorium, before going in. When we went inside, one of the girls from my essay group, with whom I was standing outside, adressed the guy that would become one of my friends. I sat next to him that day, and from then on, he always joined our group.
The guy was tall, had curly hair, and was just a bit out of shape. Every time I saw him, he kinda reminded me of the lead singer of The Kooks. He played the guitar. I actually noticed this because he had long fingernails. He was a great guy to say the least, but then again, he wasn't very talkative. And once the general getting-to-know-you talk was behind us, it became considerably harder to keep the conversation going between us.
One thing I did notice though, was that he was much more talkative toward girls. And I also noticed he had occasional contact with F. He was in the same essay group as him. An advantage to say the least, for common friends are the best head start you can have in the race to get to meet one another.
The friendship between Mr. Kooks and I quickly flourished. Sometimes, when we had the time, we would even go have lunch together.
One day, it finally happened. We had both agreed to grab lunch together. We met up before the auditorium, when all of a sudden he said:
"Someone else is going to join us for lunch as well. I hope you don't mind?"
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't answer the question. But hell, I didn't mind at all.
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