The Rounded Pretty Boy

I don't know what you're thinking, but when I say that this boy (not man, boy) is rounded, I mean his physique. He has that look to him, like a bashful bulldog--tough but soft. Ok, before this turns into a that's-what-she-said joke, his personality isn't all that bad. You'd think he was a major d-bag at first glance, but it turns out that he's actually quite nice.

During our brief convo today, he was very inquisitive about my academic plans and why I chose ASU:

RPB: "So wait, you can get your bachelor's and master's degrees in four years?"

ME: "Yep, it's possible, you just have to overload on a lot of classes."

RPB: "Woah. That's really cool. So, you came in to school with how many credits?"

ME: "Oh, I dunno, 20-something."

RPB: "Wow, that's like a whole semester. So why ASU?"

ME: "The fact that I can get my bachelor's and master's degrees in four years."

RPB: "Cool."

The problem with the RPB is just that he's always two steps behind us. As one of my partners, I practically have to dictate every single thing I write on my lab, and then I look up, and he still has nothing written down on his lab.

And then he just looks at me all bashful and such.

What am I supposed to do, beat the kid? Being two steps behind in everything may be a little frustrating, especially for me, but since RPB is such a PB, I think I can find it in my heart to forgive him.

Luckily, as soon as I'm done, I just get the heck out of there, leaving RPB to fend for himself. Well, him and the other lab partner I'll blog about next. Due to the fact that I'm so unmotivated, I'm surprised that our lab ever gets finished. If it weren't for Casino Man, we'd never get anything done.

Someday I'm sure RPB will be really successful. Perhaps as a catalog model. As long as he stays away from anything biological or conversational, I think he'll be good.