The beginning

After small group on October 19th, Ruth, Anthony, me, and he whose name I cannot remember went to Buffalo Wild Wings. We had Thursday’s 50 cent boneless wings. In the past Ruth has mentioned that all female RIT students are assigned two stalkers, partly due to the oft-cited gender ratio at RIT, which presently stands at a little under 2:1. [Ed. note: Strangely enough, on the day that I write this, I happened to notice in an RIT history page that in 1911 there were actually more females than males at what is now known as RIT.] She proceeded to mention that one variety of them are away message stalkers… and motioned in my direction. I explained. I had picked up her screenname from the IV directory along with those of other people I was familiar with (not necessarily those I had actually talked to before). On January 15th, shortly before midnight, I noted that her away message said something about not understanding centroids, evidently a topic related to her physics. So, I attempted to be enlightening.

Tim: If it’s centroids you want, Wikipedia knows all about them: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centroid
Ruth: who are you?
Tim: I am Tim Peterson, from IV.
Ruth: not ringing any bells
Tim: Well, I’m not very memorable.
Tim: I was sitting on the railing with bare feet on Friday, and you said hi.
Ruth: I’m such a dummy
Ruth: sorry
Tim: I’ll live.
Ruth: I was just wondering why you had my screen name
Ruth: not many people check my away message that I actually know of
Tim: A while ago I grabbed a bunch of people from the IV directory I was acquainted with, but I’ve rarely IMed any of them. Instead, I just check away messages once in a while.
Ruth: ah
Ruth: does that mean you’re a stalker?
Ruth:
Ruth: just kidding
Tim: Muahahaha.
Tim: That’s how I find out what’s going on, since I don’t actually talk to anyone.
Ruth: aaaah

That’s how our friendship began. I’ve been stalking her ever since (in the most minimal way possible, of course, since I couldn’t let her notice me).