The British Girl from College
I have to go back and blog about the blonde exchange student from college.
I had signed up for an upper division Literature/Screenwriting course. It was a small class and there was no avoiding this amazing jaw-droppingly attractive blonde girl in the class. When she started talking in her British accent, every straight male in that class was mesmerized by her. During the discussion of various films, she and I had an exchange about how we both enjoyed Quiz Show. Then she talked about the differences from watching Four Weddings and a Funeral with a British audience and then an American one - she explained that she found that the different audiences laughed at different parts of the film.
After class, she came over and talked to me - she asked me if I knew her roommate, because she thought my voice sounded familiar. I don't remember what I said but I remember thinking, "Egads - she looks even more beautiful from up close." She left - and then me and the other guys in the room all shared the same look of WOW.
The next week, I dutifully showed up to class. But she wasn't there. Nor was she there the next week. She apparently dropped the class and I never saw her again.
I don't think about that girl very much - and yet I just blogged about her. There's a scene in Citizen Kane where Mr. Bernstein explains-
My loss, I suppose. The girl and the story that got away.
I had signed up for an upper division Literature/Screenwriting course. It was a small class and there was no avoiding this amazing jaw-droppingly attractive blonde girl in the class. When she started talking in her British accent, every straight male in that class was mesmerized by her. During the discussion of various films, she and I had an exchange about how we both enjoyed Quiz Show. Then she talked about the differences from watching Four Weddings and a Funeral with a British audience and then an American one - she explained that she found that the different audiences laughed at different parts of the film.
After class, she came over and talked to me - she asked me if I knew her roommate, because she thought my voice sounded familiar. I don't remember what I said but I remember thinking, "Egads - she looks even more beautiful from up close." She left - and then me and the other guys in the room all shared the same look of WOW.
The next week, I dutifully showed up to class. But she wasn't there. Nor was she there the next week. She apparently dropped the class and I never saw her again.
I don't think about that girl very much - and yet I just blogged about her. There's a scene in Citizen Kane where Mr. Bernstein explains-
"A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn't think he'd remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all, but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl."I don't remember what the girl's name was. In fact, I don't even really remember what she looked like. She could walk past me tomorrow and I would have no clue that she was the one. But I never got the chance to ask her what parts of Four Weddings and a Funeral got different reactions from British and American audiences. It would've been a nice story.
My loss, I suppose. The girl and the story that got away.
posted by Eugene at 3:42 PM
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