Awkward...

Today I was sitting in a philosophy lecture when a good-looking boy walked into the room. Now this isn't unusual; philosophy has a lot of good-looking boys. I've even considered adding it to my list of things I look for in a man (good looks, funny, intelligent, does philosophy etc.). But when I saw this particular bo, my thought processes were something like this...

He's cute. (pause) Hey...I know him! I met him on Saturday night! (pause) ...what was his name? (pause) Shit. Where exactly did I meet him??

Then he sat down in front of me and I spent the rest of the lecture wondering where I'd met him. I think he might have danced with me and my friends in Friars, but I'm not entirely sure. A lot of that night is...rather hazy. I could've stood next to him at the bar at the field party. Or brushed past him at the Rat. Or even had a conversation in the line for the bathroom in Friars (I've made a surprising amount of friends that way...). God alone knows where we met, or even what his name is. At least I know we didn't hook up, that could have been way more awkward :P

But don't you hate those moments? Meeting someone and not knowing how you know them? Especially when it's someone who's relatively easy on the eye (you know...a total cutie ;) ) and you kinda want to say hi. But just imagine how that conversation would go...

Me: Hey, I know you don't I?
Him: Ya, we met on Saturday night.
Me: I thought so! I'm sorry, I don't remember your name?
Him: ...that's OK.
<cue awkward silence>

...exactly. All it does is lead to awkwardness, awkwardness and more awkwardness. I'd rather not make my lectures any more uncomfortable than they have to be. Plus trying to hide under a desk every time he comes in would be difficult to arrange. And would make taking notes hard too. But hey philosophy boy, if you want to talk to me, I promise not to make the conversation awkward :D I mean, you ARE cute after all...