Rose Bowl Fallout
As I walked down the hall to the bathroom, I passed a guy from the art department, who's dating a girl in my department, both of whom are ardent USC fans. They know I'm from Texas. After quickly nodding our heads back and blurting "Hey," which is how men speak, he said to me: "So you must be a pretty happy camper today, huh?," alluding to last night's Texas victory and my apparently automatic ensuing joy."Well," I said, thinking on my feet and grinning the tiny grin I use on adults and in job interviews, "I don't want to rub anybody's nose in it." At this point his girlfriend, who'd just left the bathroom, appeared behind me and walked towards him. "Thanks, Dan," she said with a smile that actually made me believe she was depressed and appreciated my kindness. As I entered the men's room, we made a couple more minor jokes. All in all, a successful encounter.With that in mind, let's check the updated scoreboard for January:Doubts About My Ability To Meaningfully Connect With Other People: 3,490Me: 1As long as it's not a shut-out.
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