“your questions, Mr. Neville, are far too imprudent and provocative in this company!”
Aahhhh Tridelt Girl.
She was a mysterious one. Obviously she was a tri-delt. This makes her an outlier, that’s obvious too: she was a not a nerd, a misfit, a willful bluestocking, or any such thing. Since I wasn’t a much of a hunk, that was the type of girl I generally attracted. She just seems a rather conventional sorority sister. Her flirting was comparatively subtle, I must admit, but it was definitely there. A few “hi”s on the 2nd story of the chemistry building before labs, a coy glance or two. Perhaps she found me appealing because I seemed like a bookish man who would make a good breadwinner and stay on a short leash. She could have been planning ahead, after all. Resourceful girl. Maybe she had an issue with rejection and thought I’d be a safe catch, because of her higher position on the social totem pole at the rather bland but moderately prestigious small university I attended. It’s highly unlikely she was like Tina, the university’s only sorority sister fag hag, who hung out with a willowly, sardonic gay boy. If she was, she should have made a more fabulous effort to introduce herself to me.
I mainly shared classes with her in my freshman and sophomore year, and hadn’t seen her for over a year when I spotted her in a coffee house in the winter of senior year. She was drinking with a big, doltish looking fellow who I assumed to be her boyfriend. We exchanged a quick glance and I never saw her again.
Tridelt: married with children
sorority sister fag hag: lawyer in NYC (surprise, surprise, lots of teh gays there)
willowly, sardonic gay boy: lived in europe for many years after graduation