You probably noticed that I said “Heidi, right?”, as though I hadn’t just read her name in my Palm Pilot 10 seconds ago. There’s a fine line between “stalker” and whatever you call a guy who’s trying to woo a girl (“wooer”? “pursuer”? Anyway…) and I wasn’t sure if having an appointment written in my Palm Pilot with a near-stranger’s name in it crossed that line. So, I acted like I had just accessed the vast archive of my memory banks and solicited, in an instant, the name of a girl I had run across four months ago. Are there ethical issues with that? Maybe, but shut up.
Two episodes ago, I mentioned that Heidi’s psyche had helped me out a bit. This was the manifestation of that help. You see, the only thing Heidi’s psyche ever allows her to change is underwear. She is a rather static person. Which is why she was living in the same group of dorms and studying in the same library. What a great blessing! To my own psyche, I say, “seriously, you couldn’t help a brother out once in a while?” Anyway.
Heidi’s reaction was one of surprise. I could see that she didn’t remember my name so I stood there, waiting patiently, knowing I had the upper hand. She said “yeah, what was your name again?” Upper hand or no, you can’t hear that question without getting bucked down a few notches. “m”, I stammered, not sure where to go from here.
Then, I happened to notice she had a copy of “The Iliad”. I was taking a Humanities class from a crazy man who expected me to read that book in 2 weeks, besides the fact that I was taking other classes. And he hadn’t given me any notes about the book. Well, Heidi was studying the same book for a Philosophy class and SHE HAD NOTES!
And I had an idea.
I went to put my things down and came back, after a couple of minutes. No, I didn’t sit there with her. I didn’t want to seem like I was coming on strong. What am I, a psycho who writes her name down four months ago so I can find her again? Of course not, HA HA HA!! What a silly idea!
When I came back, I told her of my dilemma and asked if I could borrow her notes to copy them. Well, she was more than happy to share her notes with me. She picked them up and handed them over and I took the coveted prize to the copy room, straining both nostrils the entire way to see if I could catch the hint of a scent. Okay, that’s not true and it’s a little creepy.
Now, up until this point, I have painted Heidi as a pristine goddess, capable of no wrong. Unfortunately, this next part of the story has proven, in later years, that my wife is willing to mercilessly assault the truth for her own wicked designs. But I digress.
I put the pages on the copy machine and ran them through. As was my habit, I checked them after they were done to make sure they were copied correctly. As I leafed through the pages, some writing caught my eye. Upon closer examination, I realized she had written on one of the pages and this writing had copied through. What was this writing, you ask?
(to be continued)