Last Friday I had a glory-hole encounter with someone in the college library. I didn't see his face or much of his physique, just a little of his legs and shoes. But it must have been one of the three guys in the quiet study area that afternoon:
1. Hispanic, reading a pharmacology textbook: slim, big hands, round face, prominent eyebrows.
2. Middle Eastern, working on a laptop: very young looking, black hair, glasses, thin face, red t-shirt.
3. Floor Guy: on the floor in the stacks, reading a book: Anglo, tall and thin, black hair, serious tan, wearing a purple university shirt.
I don't understand anonymous encounters. I want to know who I was with. So Monday and Tuesday I wandered around the campus, looking for them.
It's not as crazy as it sounds. Between the end of the spring semester and the start of summer school, the campus is deserted. The only students around are those who live in town, and those who got special permission to stay in the dorms during the break, mostly international students who can't go home.
There are a few likely places where they would hang out: the library of course, the gym, and the Student Union.Plus Allied Health Sciences (the pharmacology textbook), the office of the French club (Floor Guy was reading a French book), and the Engineering Building (most Middle Eastern students are engineering majors).
No luck on Monday or Tuesday.
On Wednesday I was walking through the Student Union, and suddenly I felt a strong urge: "Go upstairs to the International Student Office!"
