We brought Hanna to her house. In the way, Hanna explained about the frat houses and some other things about the campus itself. We didn't see Hanna after that. However, she turned this idea on in me that how awesome the second generation of Iranian-American can be.
Henry and I walked along the streets and visited the campus.
Me: "I don't know why she didn't call me."
Henry: "Who?"
Me: "That girl that I gave my number to her."
Henry: "Why should she called you? Are you rich? Are you looking fashion? Are you in-shape? Are you young? Do you have hair on you head?"
Me: "I am a student now. I can't be rich. Does she need my money? I am not looking fashion now because I am trying to lose weight. I can't go and buy new clothes before I get the appropriate weight. And I am working out to get in-shape again. We could go there together. I am not young, but I am not even old. I can't do anything for my hair though."
We discussed about these things. He thinks that I am the problem. I need to be better; however, I think that this is not the case. It turns me down to talk about these things.
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