*dawning horror*

[seperis]

Okay, svmadelyn just traumatized me. So. Tell her she's wrong.

Here's what happened.

Outside during my smoke break, Guy From Hotline (where I will start next week) came out, we had a short, disjointed chat. As I finished, I started to walk away.

I'm going to pull this from memory as best I can, because this counts as the most surreal conversation I've had while not tripping.

Him: Jenn, can I ask you a question?

Me: *turns* Sure.

Him: *nothing*

Me: *waiting*

Him: *nothing*

Me: *waiting*

Him: Odd numbers.

Me: *blank look*

I can't remember how he phrased this, but it ended up being a short discussion on--okay, seriously, I am *not kidding*--on teh difference between odd numbers and--and primes. So we--no, I'm not making this up, I could not make up something this weird--ended up discussion Mersenne--this is totaly my fault for reading up on this to get through some of astolat's fic--and then the kid in Round Rock who found the most recent prime and kind of--just. Proofs.

...I actually don't know any. He used to be an accountant. This conversation went place I haven't visited since my sophmore year in college. Or you know, sga math porn fic.

This sort of thing did not happen to me before SGA.

Okay, so. Here is svmadelyn after I share this tale of confusion and weirdness.

seperis: He was so--weird about it.
seperis: It took forever for him to get out the question.
svmadelyn: oh god, maybe that was his--attempt at flirtation
svmadelyn: and it just went way off.
seperis: ...no
seperis: No.
seperis: NO.
seperis: I am in the SGA fandom
svmadelyn: he probably meant to ask you out
svmadelyn: and all that came out was about primes
seperis: Yes, I now read particle physics for background info
seperis: Yes, I am reading The Elegant Universe.
svmadelyn: and now he's home sitting there, drunk and asking himself, why am I such an *asshole*
seperis: THIS WILL NOT BECOME A FLIRTATION DEVICE OKAY?
svmadelyn: she was standing right THERE
svmadelyn: and I asked her about PRIMES
svmadelyn: oh GOD I got all flustered, with her cigarette and PRIMES

Okay. So please, answer here. There is *no way* anyone is going to *flirt with numbers*. Just tell her. Tell her *now*.

Comments

[seperis.livejournal.com]

I seriously need to lie down now. I--it just. It was so *random*. And I'm just--I mean, people do not look at me and think, ah, she is intersted in math! They think, huh, is she actually six feet tall?

*blank look* Seriously. That was *flirting*?

[zoerayne]

Actually, he probably thought, "Oh, God, she's so hot. I wonder if she'll go out with me." And then when he went to ask you, he suddenly lost his nerve because of your amazing hotness and latched onto the first thing he could think of, which was numbers. Because he used to be an accountant.

And by being able to discuss such things as the difference between odd and prime numbers, and by even knowing about Mersenne at all? You have ensured that he will carry a torch for you for the rest of his life. No other woman will ever measure up to you, because you knew about the kid in Round Rock.

You have to date him, because you've ruined him for other women. It's the least you can do. *g*