So, there’s this guy. I’ve been meaning to write about him for ages, but am somehow just getting around to it. So here’s the story. Every fall with the cooling of the air comes the heating up of the anticipation of new guys moving in. This year was no different, except that this time my anticipation was rewarded with Maverick, a tall, handsome, Air Force Academy graduate who has come to Oxford to study for his Master’s degree. He is spectacular. I met him at Institute one day and was immediately smitten. I heard him say one thing in his American accent and set my sights on him. I chatted with him for a few minutes after institute and got to see up close just how attractive he is. He’s got perfectly white teeth, and lovely strong arms. I didn’t see him again until he came to one of the Reading dances. He was terribly awkward, but so handsome that I was able to overlook his lack of dancing skill. We had the chance to chat outside in the foyer for a few minutes and found him to be interesting as well as handsome. He’s getting his Master’s in African studies and is just plain fantastic. After that night, the full on obsession began. I found him on facebook and looked through all of his pictures. We even googled him and found out some pretty interesting things about him. He graduated number one in his class and got a scholarship to study at Oxford. So besides being extremely good looking, he’s also very clever. To add to the attraction is the fact that even though he has every reason to be cocky, he’s very humble.
Well, the plans then revolved around how to see him again. They started holding Institute in Oxford so he and the other Oxford-ians have stopped coming to our class, which meant that Maverick sightings diminished. So the deception began. Luckily I do have friends in Oxford so I was able to finagle a few outings to Oxford. Unfortunately, they didn’t always go that well. I was quite disappointed in our first adventure there. We went up for Guy Fawkes Day, which is just an excuse to burn things and shoot off fireworks. When we got to Maverick’s house it was pouring rain so the fireworks things wasn’t particularly interesting. Also, there was this girl there. She almost immediately made it clear that we were not to get any ideas about Maverick. It was apparent that she had made a claim and was not entirely pleased with other girls being there. She monopolized every conversation with her not-so-subtle attempts to make herself look fantastic. I immediately disliked her and her transparent friendliness. I was sure that Maverick wouldn’t fall to her womanly charms so I maintained hope.
The plan that followed was to have our Oxford friends over dinner, excluding ‘the other girl.’ The plan went great except that none of the guys we invited came. We ended up having a really lovely time and some interesting details were revealed. The other girl’s roommate was one of our dinner guests and gave me a little insight into how things were going up there. She informed me that I should perhaps take my sights off Maverick. She said Maverick and the other girl spent a lot of time together, at night, at his apartment. I was shocked. I thought everyone else was similarly disgusted by her, so imagine my surprise when I found out that the other girl and Maverick were snogging. I know! How horrible!?!?! I immediately lost a little respect for him. How could he not see that she was vacuous, insecure, and fake like the rest of us did? Anyway, I decided to concede Maverick to her. If that was the kind of girl he was interested in, then he clearly would never give me a second look. So I pretty much gave up on him. Of course I still talked to him when I got the chance, but I decided he wasn’t worth my time.
I ended up spending Thanksgiving up there and learned a lot more about Maverick and the other girl’s relationship. Apparently their relationship consisted of snogging only and not actual dating. As much as the other girl wanted them to be boyfriend and girlfriend, Maverick wasn’t into it. I actually felt a little bit sorry for her, having been the delusional girl who thinks that a kiss is equivalent to interest. I also realized that maybe Maverick did realize that she was vacuous and fake, but couldn’t resist the prospect of a pretty girl who was willing to snog. Having also been that person, I decided to cut him a break. We’ve all been there. Sometime you just have to snog a bit. Well, since I’ve been back from Christmas, one of my friends from Oxford told me to get in there. She informed me that Maverick is ‘single.’ Since they were never actually dating, I don’t know how they could break up, but I’ll take it. Anyway, she told me that Maverick is trying to spend less time with the other girl, as he has realized that she’s not for him. I still haven’t decided where this leaves me, but I’d probably snog him, so we'll see what happens.
