Week 5 - One in Four, but Ladies Only

                This week, I decided not to hand out any notecards; Spring Break is right around the corner, so beyond having met up with “PB&J” I assumed that I wouldn’t have anything to write about. Fortunately, I turned out to be wrong in that assumption, but first I’ll elaborate on PB&J.

                The get-together last Friday went decently, though I wouldn’t have pegged it for such when we first sat down. I don’t know if she wasn’t prepared or if I was just misreading her, but she seemed a bit uncomfortable for the first five minutes or so of conversation. I suppose this is to be expected, but when I met with Athena, conversation flowed very naturally and it was hardly any work at all to invest myself in what I was saying and what I heard. With PB&J, however, things started off slowly. There came at least two times when conversation got dangerously close to awkward silence, but that was only toward the beginning when we were warming up to each other, and she turned out to be pretty cool. After thoroughly discussing literature, music, and Pokémon, we decidedly parted ways. She hasn’t contacted me since, though I commend her for at least calling back to begin with.

                So what else is there to write about? After all, I haven’t handed out any notecards since last Wednesday, so I wasn’t expecting any calls; both callbacks I had received so far were within three hours or so of handing off the notecard, so I assumed that would be a trend. Well, it turns out I shouldn’t count my hens until they hatch, because lo and behold, this Wednesday, the 29^th, I got a text from an unknown number asking if I “still needed help with that project.” All right, three for twelve. We planned to meet up that evening, but it occurred to me after we had made plans that I had no clue which person this was texting me back; all I know was that it was a female, as it was a feminine name. So I waited at Starbucks for her, and it turned out to be the girl from last week, the one with the positive response that I was sure would call back, henceforth known as “MotherTheresa.” It was a jolly old time, once again; I got to know a new person that isn’t the typical type with whom I hang, despite the fact that she was a sweet girl. I also learned that Swedish Techno is a thing, apparently. One interesting thing MotherTheresa said that made me think a lot afterward was that she wouldn’t have responded to the notecard if I wasn’t in the same residence hall as her. If that is the case for most people, then it may be difficult to branch out of East, which I imagine I will have to do sometime.

                Also, girls so far are three for seven, males so far are zero for five. When I first started doing this project, I found it much easier to approach males, but now that I’m getting better response overall from females, it’s harder for me to give guys notecards because I’m just not as convinced they’ll call me back. But what makes things this way? Why are females more prone to call back than males? Do you think many people hold the same view about strangers as MotherTheresa, being less trusting of them if they haven't seen them around? As usual, input is greatly appreciated, and if you’re curious about anything, I’ll try to answer to the best of my ability.