(I wore this dress! Totes adorbs! That's Bernie Dexter, and I borrowed this image from her website.)
Me: "Hi there."
"Hi!"
Noticing all the books he had on the table and his open laptop, I said "Are you preparing another lecture for your class?"
"No, I'm actually putting together an exam for them."
"Oh, are you being nice and making an easy one? Or making them earn those grades?" Ugh, why did I say that? Can't I come up with better questions to ask than that?
"Well, it's easy if they did their homework."
Elaborating on conversation from last time, I continued "It must be frustrating that you put so much work into your lectures and then your students don't try that hard."
"Well, a lot of them just want the credits; they don't want to learn."
"Maybe that's just the students in the summer semester. Have you taught a class here before?"
Conversation continued in this manner for a few more minutes, where I kept asking questions and commenting on what he was saying, while he didn't seem to make much effort to keep the conversation going or to ask me about my life. However, he soon started packing up his things so I thought: Okay, last chance. Maybe he's planning to get lunch now; you can invite him to join you!
Me: "Well, I'm going to get brunch now..."
Throwing his bag over his shoulder, he responded, "Enjoy yourself!" and walked toward an alternate exit at the opposite end of the coffee shop. He didn't even give me a chance to invite him.
He is so not interested in you.
If I see this guy again, I should probably just leave him alone. If he were at all interested, I think he would have behaved differently by putting more effort into conversation and maybe by even inviting me to lunch. I felt a little dejected after that, and when I got home I found myself surfing sites about being a perma-single. While most of those entries/pages/forums are very depressing, I stumbled upon one that made me feel a little better: Sometimes, It's Not You.
I guess I should get back to work now.