I’ll be posting this a little early because I have to get up make dinner! (And the next entry may be a little late for the same reason.)
Yager is his last name. And, yes, it’s spelled like that. I tend to call people by the name they are introduced to me, and for him, it was “This is Yager.” And so, Yager it’s been.
We met at an Anime Club meeting in college. (Yes, more anime.) I knew the president, Sketchy Steve, from earlier in the year, and he introduced Yager to me in late October. It was the second or third All Night Anime of the semester, and the club was watching Hellsing. I took my then-boyfriend with me, and I ended up being the only woman in the room for like three hours.
Yager wasn’t sketchy, like Sketchy Steve was. Yager was… difficult to read. He was a nice enough guy, but it was hard to tell if he was a Threat (you know what I mean, ladies) or Not. (He proved to be Not.) Girls just couldn’t tell if they should have to keep an eye on him or be able to rest easy.
He asked me why girls at school were skittish around him at first, and I had to explain that some guys give off creepy vibes (ie: Sketchy Steve), some give off “I’m an asshole” vibes (ie: Justin or Nile) some give off “I’m shy but not a jerk” vibes (ie: “the boy next door”-type guy). The problem we were having with Yager was that he wasn’t giving off any vibes at all, so we didn’t know how to act. If you’re a creep, we know what to do; if you’re a jerk, we know what to do; if you’re just shy, we know what to do… but if there’s nothing upon which to base our judgment? Skittish.
I wouldn’t trade his friendship for anything. Well, maybe immortality. (Hahaha, just kidding. ^_^)