radoboist's journey in the world (of love, of studies, of whatever...)

A look into how a hopeless romantic copes with what life throws at him... Regardless if it is romance related or not...

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Why do I even bother?

So, it's been about a week now since I last e-mailed Michel, and he has not e-mailed me back in regards to if he wanted his assignment back and/or if we could hang out sometime (go for dinner, go for a drink, go to a movie). I don't want to be pessimistic, but I am guessing that the response is a big NO. I mean, I know that he's very busy looking for a job in the engineering field, but if you don't want to be friends, at least tell me via e-mail, don't just leave me dangling. And if you actually do want to be friends, and have been too busy, then this is giving the wrong idea!

So yesterday, I went to orchestra. After the rehearsal, I was waiting for the shuttle to go back downtown, and I started talking to one of the trumpet players. He was a red-head, and I think he is kind of handsome. He told me that his family has lived in Montreal all their lives, but he's not Montrealais, because 18 days before he was born, his family moved to Toronto. In the eyes of the Quebec government, he's Ontarian. (So, he doesn't get discount school fees, etc.) He told me that he lived High Park, and I remarked that he was downtown! He said, "Well, people who don't know Toronto would say that.", and I remarked, "I'm actually from Scarborough, so yes, I know Toronto. You're not right downtown by the financial district or the clubbing district, but you are downtown. You're about 15 minutes to the "financial district". However, I'm thinking he's straight. Though, we did get into some really good conversation, and we were able to exchange phone numbers. However, he doesn't like movies... But he has expressed interest in doing stuff. So, we'll see where this takes me...

1 Comments:

At 10:47 AM, Blogger Randy McDonald said...

We bother because if we don't, we miss out on the fun.

 

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