I love girls. I can't help it. I like to admire, watch, and generally absorb the actions of girls around me. Almost every girl attracts me. There's just something about girls, the way that they nonchalant twirl their hair, or cross their legs to sit more comfortably. The way they sigh in boredom at classes before them, or take notes and crinkle their noses at things that they don't understand.

It's pretty easy to pick out the ones that are boy-crazy versus the ones that think too highly of themselves. Their mannerisms are different. They may look exactly the same, but the way they act is incredibly unique.

My favorite girl of all is the one who sits by herself. She strolls into the room, confident in her feministic ideals, picks a seat with the best view, and prepares her notebook. She doesn't say hi to anyone, but by her attitude, you know she isn't shy and can tell that she did not come to class to socialize. She is in class to learn. She has seperated her personal life from her task at learning. Her eyes wander away from the lecture, fading in and out of daydreaming, but always in time to scribble another note, or ruminate on some piece of information presented.

I often wonder if I could walk up to that kind of girl, introduce myself, and have her willing to accept me as both a schoolmate and new found friend. Perhaps class is the time for her to get away from the rituals of friendship and social activities. Perhaps the idea of having a friend in class is too much for her. I can never tell. I never know if that type of girl would be grateful to meet someone new, or graciously decline my attempts at befriending her.

So i sit back, watching, letting my daydreams present themselves as a story of what could or could not be.