I have no game, part 28234

Recently, Jess posted or tweeted or somethinged about a hot guy moving in next door to her. And then she was excited because he left her a note asking her to call him because he had some questions about the building. And she called, and it turns out, he actually had building questions. She was sad.

I could totally relate to this because seeing as I have no game, I would not, in any way, shape or form, have been able to turn that situation to my favor. Hot guy would have asked me his questions and that would have been it (which I think is where it stands now with Jess..?).

A few weeks ago, I realized that the guy who sits in front of me in class is awesome. We were both totally jaded about the dumb group activity we were doing, and our making fun of it somehow turned into swapping drinking stories and realizing that we have a lot in common. This was the first time I had ever really spoken to him, and getting to look at his face as opposed to the back of his head made me realize that, if he shaved off his beard, he'd be hot. Hottie hot hot.

Today, I was extremely surprised when a gchat from him popped up on my screen. He had some snide remarks about the paper due in class tonight. I was pretty pumped that he had gchatted me for seemingly no reason at all.

Until, of course, he told me he wasn't going to make it to class tonight, and would I please let the rest of our group know if we got together to chat about our final project?

Blarg. The conversation didn't last too much longer after that. We hated on class some more, and then...just stopped talking.

And now I have to go to class without the hope of getting to talk to my new hot friend, and instead, I will have to suffice with the extremely smelly kid who sits next to me.

Failure.