ultimate surrender blog

“Brian, could you show me how to get to the athletic hall from
here, I’ve got a practice with the Swim Team in half an hour.” Brian
thanked the Lord and promised not to screw up again.

They walked and talked across the spring-warmed campus. Tracy
was a Computer Science student in her fourth year, and was trying to
make the cut on the swim-team. She was rooming off campus with Emily, a
very close friend. Brian tried to charm her with wit and didn’t do too
badly. He dropped her off at the athletic hall and then snuck in to
watch the practice.

Brian waited for about 20 minutes before some of the women
began to come out for warm-ups. He hadn’t realized what nice figures
swimming could give to a woman. Then he spotted Tracy. She was grouped
with a couple others and they appeared to be the ones hoping to try out
for the team.

“Sure, no problem.” He moved out of the seat and waited for her
to sit down. Then he took the seat next to her.

“I’ve never seen you in the statistics department. Are you new
to the university?” She smiled and nodded.

“Yes, I just transferred last month. I’m Tracy.” Brian returned
the introduction.

“And if you need any help navigating this campus, just let me
know. I work a couple hours a week in the Statistics & Math Office.

Brian’s effort was cut short by the start of class and neither
one of them had the chance to chit-chat during the lecture. Brian left
her with a see-you-tomorrow and kicked himself as she smiled and walked
down the hall. With these things, sometimes you had to strike while the
iron was hot and he had just dropped it sooner than he wanted to. That
is until she tapped him on the shoulder.