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On the Margins
[10.9.03]
He was walking back to his dorm from the library and walking along College Walk, humming his favorite tunes in his head. He then saw his friend Jim walking towards him, wearing a sleek khaki jacket.
"Hey man, where're you coming from?" he asked.
"Oh, some info session for this consulting company," Jim replied, "You're heading home already?"
"Yeah man, I feel a bit sick, so no late-hour library for me tonight. Hope you don't get too lonely without me. But, hey that's a pretty nice jacket. Is that your 'networking' gear?" he asked in a jokingly manner.
"Haha, I supposed so," Jim said, "and I hope one of these days, this jacket can help me find a job."
Jim was a senior, and it was apparent that some anxiety was building up as his search for a job continued.
"Don't sweat it man, I'm sure you'll find one," he assured Jim. He was only a junior, so he was in a less pressing situation.
"Oh, so have you seen that girl recently?" Jim asked. Jim had been told of the infatuation.
"You know what, I actually did see her today," he said, as excitement emerged in his voice, "and I kinda said hi to her. But she was sitting with a bunch of white boys, so I don't know, maybe she's one of those."
"Haha, you never know until you try, man," Jim said encouragingly, "Plus, you have the older age card to play with."
"Yeah, you're right. I should be a bit more confident. She's only a freshman anyways. But I don't know why all these decent Asian girls are always with the white boys," he said with some restrained contempt.
"I notice that, too and it's even worse that Asian girls are so proud to have white boyfriends," Jim added.
"Well, whatever; let them. We'll just focus on our studies, get a nice job, get money, and then attract them," he said, sarcastically.
"Yeah, it would be nice to just have a job at this point," Jim said.
"Don't worry man, you'll find one soon. And we'll both get hot wives and our children will play together. Except mine will be better athletes. Yours can be better engineers or something," he fantasized.
"Are you ever gonna get to talk to her?" Jim asked, realizing where the wife remark may have come from.
"I don't know. I never see her. I guess if I'm lucky, I will. I can't do anything about it. It's pretty much a helpless situation. Maybe she already has a white boyfriend or something," he said. Jim nodded.
"It''s all good Jim - at least we have our Lonely Man's Club intact. Let's take a look at our online personals accounts again sometime. See if any decent chicks signed up recently. Ha," he said.
The two friends finished up their conversation and headed their own separate ways.
He thought about Jim's search for a job and his own wish to talk to the girl. Do I have my priorities screwed up, he asked himself. He wondered if he should be focusing his attention on more "important" matters such as his career plans. He promised himself he would stop thinking about her. What the fuck, I don't even know her, he thought.
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