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In conversation with a friend I remembered a guy from my French one class in my Sophomore year who asked me for one of my Kandi bracelets I was wearing. I ended up giving it to him and he gave me a rainbow one in return a day later.
I can't remember his name, but holy fuck was he super cute and sweet. I hope he's doing well, especially because he was that nice to me, a fucking gremlin.
Also if he ever happens to see this, hello I'm very sorry but it's true. You were incredibly cute and I was too much of a dumbass to ever get a word out without looking like a drowned fish. You seemed really cool too!
Shitty part is, I remember how he looked exactly when I met him but not his fucking name. That says a lot about me.
Also as a funny note: He walked into my French two class the following year and I'm very fortunate that he possibly didn't recognize me because I was going to literally combust in my chair having him in my class again. Too cute, couldn't even look him straight in the face.
I'm a fucking mess man. A mess, a big ol fucking mess.
This is what I mean when I tell people I'm a hopeless romantic. Oh, I also still have that rainbow bracelet he gave me too that's kept with about 50 others I have. I'm done embarrassing myself now.
You know what as one final note of embarrassment: I also had a huge crush on a girl named Odette in my class. She was also sweet, I hope she's doing well too.
Since it's 4 am, I'll say a few things to follow this up with.
I'm pretty sure he was seeing someone and wanted that bracelet for them, which again was very cute to me. I say that because he would always ask our teacher how to asked someone out or call them their girlfriend.
I'm pretty sure he was seeing someone and wanted that bracelet for them, which again was very cute to me. I say that because he would always ask our teacher how to asked someone out or call them their girlfriend.
I'm pretty sure at least, and I'm sure she was incredibly beautiful. Either that or I think he was planning to ask someone out. I can't remember his real name, but I do remember that he went by Albert in class (In French it was said like Albear).
I'm also sure he's at least almost seen me cry in class, which at the time was from something someone said to me. I will also say, I had some real taste back then, no joke. I will pride myself on that.
You see all these Korean pop idols walking around in somewhat formal clothes like casual wear, yeah try that but back in 2011/2012. Weak knees, so yeah I've always had a type for that. Perfection. Chefs kiss.
Anyways, I'm going to sleep now and end this thread. I'm going to hope that he never sees this, because I sound like a whole ass buffoon. I'm sorry, I just really like over sharing incredibly stupid shit. I am proud I managed to finally remember the name he used in class.
