How did you meet? (part 2)

Sigh. This normally ranks as one of the questions I hate most having posed to me, usually during one of those awkward get-togethers with some close friends who you actually like having in your life but then there are those dreaded semi-friends-of-friends that you are somehow expected to chum up with purely on the basis of the fact that your close (and regrettably more sociable) friends seem to think they’re okay. And THEN, because they don’t know you well enough to start a conversation that you’re actually interested in, these semi-friends ask you inane questions like, “So what are your plans this weekend?” like they actually gave a shat. Which they don’t, for the 0.11% of you people who are still friendly and chipper and young in the ways of the world.

Pardon the bizarre metaphorical imagery of my mind. Also, the reason I rant instead of talking about how we met is for one, I am an angry and bitter person who probably needs a better outlet, and two, I also do not recall how we met. As such, the button-stealing story seems as good as any.

But...since I am the one who got all excited after brainstorming this topic, I guess I should put some effort into coming up with something. It had to be either kindergarten or first grade, because the teachers were told to start separating our homerooms and classes starting in second grade. And I think it was the first day of school, because I was very very very anxious to have a friend. I remember looking around the classroom for someone with a face as desperate and self-conscious as my own, a "I'll-be-your-friend tell-tale face" of sorts. But somehow everyone seemed to already be chatting with the kid next to them.

And then..I remember relief. Hope. I was saved. My eyes had fallen on another classmate who wasn't talking to anyone just yet. A girl. An Asian girl. Just. Like. MEEEEEE. Surely she could not reject me!

And so I shuffled over and said hi or something. ...And that's seriously all I can remember. That's right. I was a dumb racist little snot who chose her first, best, and almost-only friend because she was Asian. I say "almost-only" because I had one other friend in elementary school. Who was also Asian. But then in high school she was "born again" and decided I was the devil and then we weren't really friends anymore. But whatever, that's another story.