  Late last night, I had the most intense chocolate chip cookie craving, and since it was obviously too late to start baking, I went next door to my friend Kate's apartment in an attempt to convince her that we totally needed chocolate chip cookies at 10:30 at night. Luckily, she is very easily persuaded, and we hopped into my car to drive the four measly blocks to the bakery.
We were loud and giggly as usual, and on the way out, someone (okay, me) might have said a little too loudly, "Hey, did I tell you about the urlLink cute freshman from the other night? " [note: scroll to end of post] at which point she was like, "Freshman? In college? What? You're a 2nd year med student! " (Not technically true, because I'm on leave, but we'll let it slide. ) This might seem otherwise unremarkable, except for the fact that the cute group of guys leaving the bakery at the same time paused in their tracks and one said, "You're both second year med students?
" I just blinked, not really expecting outside participation in our conversation, and Kate pointed to me and said, "Not me! HER! " I smiled widely at him, because in the dim lighting, I thought he was one of my friend's hot friends, but then I realised I didn't know him at all when he responded, "Oh, we'll be at your medical school next year. " (Long explanation short, there is a program by which certain people from a medical school up north come to mine for their clinical rotations. ) Looking like a deer caught in headlights, I waved meekly - I mean, I think I had met these guys at an event awhile ago, and I'm sure I was drunk then, and I had just proclaimed loudly about the attractiveness level of a freshman, not to mention before that I might have been whining about how much my hand hurt because it took me 15 minutes to get the top off my Frangelico bottle so I could enjoy an aperitif, yes, by myself, earlier in the evening.
We were in hysterical laughter by the time we got into the car. But no, the story doesn't end there. We decided to cruise the main strip (all of 5 blocks) to find out where they were going next. The first loop around, we saw they had gone into a bookstore, but Kate was too chicken shit to get out of the car. So we drove around a SECOND time, at which point I pulled over and was like, "Come on, you're so going to regret it if you don't come inside with me. " With a lot of muttering about how she was going to kill me, and also about how I have a boyfriend and shouldn't be driving around stalking random guys, I dragged her into the bookstore so that I could "buy some magazines.
" Conveniently, the guys just happened to be at the magazine rack, and one commented, "Hey, are you stalking us? " The thing is that while they were joking, this was the sad sad truth. So I blithely tossed off a comment along the lines of, "Why, we totally are, there's nothing else to do here on a Tuesday night. " Sadly, again, this was the truth, although it sounded like a joke. Another responded with a "I'm glad we're coming here, this never happens to us back at our school," but by that point I was actually excited for the new issues of In Style and Allure and wasn't quite listening anymore.
After picking out my precious magazines, I held a very nice and smiley conversation with them, all the while thinking, I bet they're just thinking about what a big twit I am , and we parted ways saying, "See you next year! " Oh my, this is another reason why I'm glad I'm not going to be here next year, although it would be great fun to become friends with them and then later say, "You know that night we ran into each other and you joked about me stalking you? I really was stalking you. " I need something better to do with my evenings. 
