So, here I sit in the IT room, every one of us girls is quietly clacking away. I'm going through databases to find out how many potential sources I have for my fledgling dissertation idea. My poor little nugget of inspiration might have to survive off of articles rather than real live books. Oh well, maybe an archive will have something?
I start to think a little bit more abstractly and my concentration is broken. Greek God has decided to join us gals in the IT room.
'Hi Greek God!' shout girls from all over the room. I look up and can't help but smile a little bit. More out of amusement than anything else. Suddenly the room is flung deep deep deep into lip biting and hair flicking. Even I catch myself playing with a lock. (Then put it away because I have to have some self-respect after the hazy glow of testosterone wears off).
On my program there are 33 people, 30 of which are female, meaning you wouldn't have to try hard here. Somewhere in the ether of fate, someone overshot the mark with this guy. It's really funny in a wry sort of way. (And it's great to see someone enjoying how spoilt for choice they are, as he does.)
I laugh to myself while girls start to ask him what he's doing, can they help with projects, what's his dissertation on, could they meet up sometime. I can't believe this is happening. I bet these girls would crucify me if I said, 'Hey, while you're looking for things other than your own topic, would you mind plugging in "Raeburn" for a quick search? Thanks.'
I'm going to think the better of that one and just continue to amuse myself with human folly.
And the odd glance.
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