I was in grad school again and it was Saturday with finals week starting Monday. Damn it's been a while. So of course I didn't remember what classes I was even taking. I thought maybe Math and English.
So I called my beastie at the time, a very cool, smart and cute Russian foriegn student who playfully called me Mr. Bear (except my real last name and she couldn't say it right so it was cute).
Anyway I asked her about when my other class finals were but she was working on a research paper for another class that was about something like cognitive science but very dense and overly complex.
She used to ask me about things in her other classes and I was the brain for most things, yes, usually I was the go to guy for anything, even classes I wasn't taking.
So I started working out her solution and there was a guy where I was, I'm thinking I was home in a house with other renters like I was back thenvand he lived there too but he was using a drill or a vibration machine to do something and I could barely think.
She told me she'll be in a good place tomorrow to study and we studied together often so we set that up.
I was wondering how I could find out my final schedule or even my class schedule and I didn't have the number for the school, not like there was even a number to call, everything is online but I didn't think of using the internet.
She was still on the phone with me, pouting over her problem and hopeing I couod help. Then I got an early call and woke up.
No booty here or there, sad.
Irl:
I was dating EXGF at the time, so there was no chance of hookups then, but this girl definitely liked me and would have wanted to date. She threw every sign. She was young though. This was my second masters after a break and she was straight into her first so 22 vs 26? I guess from this perspective it doesn't feel like much of a gap. She started dating a 31 yr old by the end anyway and he was really cool, successful with a start up and a boat and all that. It didn't last because she applied for Canadian citizenship and got it. She's in Canada now.
Same vib as this girl but wearing more clothes and her thighs weren't that thicc. She had really nice boobs though and she was fully blonde, eyebrows and everything. Russian accent didn't bother me at all.
[Ashley] She wasn't Bear's type anyway. His type is full batshit insane and overprotective borderline sociopath with no sense of mercy or compassion for anyone or anything, not even him. Oh yeah, Ashley knows me well. Normies can't take me, they end up very dissapointed by my lack of empathy, steamrolling stubbornness and misanthropy. I need a girl with a complete lack of humanity. Hot Maleficent tier genocide survivor type. Someone who can stop a 50 ton steamroller with a stare.
So hot.
