shy crush styles.

waxing nostalgic for our berkeley days (as usual), dorothy reminded me of an amazing story from our old college avenue days.  there was some dbag in my physics class who i had a crush on.  we wanted desperately to find out more about him, but not yet having discovered what a man-eating vixen i am (grrrrrr...), i was toooo shy to really talk to him. we knew he was good at math, that was all we knew (and perhaps the only reason i liked him).

this is where it gets good.  so dorothy, being an androgenius, DEVISED AN "ANONYMOUS" SURVEY with random questions we wanted the answers to.. and she CAME TO MY PHYSICS LAB CLASS AND PASSED OUT THE SURVEY, pretending it was for some kind of sociology class or something!!! we didn't give a shit about anyone else's answers, but dorothy kept a close eye on which one was our suspect's.  we took it home and inspected it.  

favorite food? salad

SO AMAZING.

dorothy, you are a true best friend.  what you did was probably totally immoral: the true test of a BFF.