Hi! my name is ___________

I am bizarrely enamored of awkward and strange moments, sometimes it's overhearing a conversation, sometimes its seeing a failed high-five, but the jackpot of awkwardness is the occasional person who simply tickles my imagination. These are the stereotypes of the world and when I see people who fit them perfectly I am nothing short of awed.

When driving back to campus from a weekend trip I was stopped at a red light when two cyclists crossed my path. Both had bright yellow helmets which attracted my attention but in all honesty what held it was the fact they were both identically dressed. White shirt, black slack shorts, ties flapping behind them, black horned rime glasses, pocket protectors, and white socks with their sandals. I had never actually seen someone use pocket protectors and didn't even know people actually bought them. They were oddly adorable in their coordinated absolute success at nerdiness. Some people just bring joy to the cockles of my poor young heart.

I have the odd habit of naming the characters I see but do not know the name of with the help of my wonderful roommate. Only a week ago we ran into "Leon James 2nd". His sandy blond hair was perfectly cut and shaped around his boyish face. His khaki shorts and Ralph Lauren polo shirt seemed like he had steam pressed them that morning because of the crisp lines in the fabric. The heady smell of money was so thick around him we were almost left swooning in our chairs. This was the first old-school prep I had ever seen outside of the Tommy Hilfiger adds and posters at the mall. Even his strappy sandals displayed they fact he probably grew up calling the family yacht "the Little Dingy."

I hope to add a stereotypical "player," "Jock," and "Artsy hipster" to my awkward mental collection of people as soon as possible but until then I will have to be satisfied with "Dirty Harry" the accounting major," Sarah Sorority Sister," and of course "Joe" the flirtatious musician.