I saw that girl another time with another boy on Monday. There was a very big chemistry book on their table. They sound to be working on an assignment. On Tuesday, however, I saw at least two of er dopplegangers. I don't know why, but I saw so many girls like her.
At first, I was sitting with Martin and Hanson in the cafe. Hason said, "These things are for 20-22 years old persons. You are 30. When you talk to someone 18-20 they just scare of you :) Find someone at least 25-26." I said, "OK. But show me someone. Look around. They are all early 20's. It is a university."
I saw someone a little like her. Since I didn't see her face well, I couldn't remember her. Her hair, however, had a different color. I told Martin, and he suggested me to go and talk to her. I was not sure, though. I saw another girl, and I decided to talk to her. I started a conversation by asking a question about the newspaper on her table. Once she answered me, I thought that she was not interested at all. So, I couldn't continue the conversation. A few minutes later, I saw real her with three other boys surrounding her on a table in the same cafe. This time, I was one hundred percent sure that she was her. I saw that chemistry book again on her table. They were working on a group project. Again, I couldn't see her face because she was sitting next to a wall. They left the cafe very soon. So, I couldn't talk to her.
I saw another girl that was very similar to her at night. At first, I thought that was she, but after looking closely and remembering her hair color, and comparing photos, I figured out that this one is also a fake one.
A few minutes later, I saw another girl who was also similar to her (and a little similar to Taylor), but she was with her friends again. I thought that maybe this one is the real, and the person I saw in the morning was another fake one :) She disappeared very soon before I even see where she went.
For sure, that girl with the chemistry book was the real one because I saw her that time with that book. But I wonder why there are so many fake dopplegangers of her in our university. It was close that I give my number to a wrong girl :)
At first, I was sitting with Martin and Hanson in the cafe. Hason said, "These things are for 20-22 years old persons. You are 30. When you talk to someone 18-20 they just scare of you :) Find someone at least 25-26." I said, "OK. But show me someone. Look around. They are all early 20's. It is a university."
I saw someone a little like her. Since I didn't see her face well, I couldn't remember her. Her hair, however, had a different color. I told Martin, and he suggested me to go and talk to her. I was not sure, though. I saw another girl, and I decided to talk to her. I started a conversation by asking a question about the newspaper on her table. Once she answered me, I thought that she was not interested at all. So, I couldn't continue the conversation. A few minutes later, I saw real her with three other boys surrounding her on a table in the same cafe. This time, I was one hundred percent sure that she was her. I saw that chemistry book again on her table. They were working on a group project. Again, I couldn't see her face because she was sitting next to a wall. They left the cafe very soon. So, I couldn't talk to her.
I saw another girl that was very similar to her at night. At first, I thought that was she, but after looking closely and remembering her hair color, and comparing photos, I figured out that this one is also a fake one.
A few minutes later, I saw another girl who was also similar to her (and a little similar to Taylor), but she was with her friends again. I thought that maybe this one is the real, and the person I saw in the morning was another fake one :) She disappeared very soon before I even see where she went.
For sure, that girl with the chemistry book was the real one because I saw her that time with that book. But I wonder why there are so many fake dopplegangers of her in our university. It was close that I give my number to a wrong girl :)
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