1. Revenge of the Nerd Ch 02
I arrived at the cafe in the Student Union ten minutes late. I did not look nervous and thought I'd
better shape to find her before it have for me and bring it to my table.
And she was there. I saw it from the side, but did not get a very good view of him. As I got closer, I
was surprised by his appearance and his appearance. He was not bad looking but I never noticed
him in the crowd.
He was quite thin. What was striking was his clothing. He looked like he was wearing clothes, his
mother chose for him to college. It was probably because he was wearing clothes, his mother chose
for him to college.
No, not the cheap white shirt is suitable for a pocket protector. But if you put him in a lineup by ten
out of ten girls identified him as an idiot.
"Hi, Jennifer. Been waiting long?"
"No, just a reasonable amount of time. Jeff, this is Ashley."
He stood to shake my hand. I think I used to do that in black-and-white movies.
"Nice to meet you, Ashley. Just say some nice things about you."
"She was saying some nice things about you, too."
I shook his hand. I think that's what you do. It was limp handshake I was expecting, but it did little
I've seen of the guys in my crowd, the kind that said "I'm better than you."
He did have a beautiful smile. It was warm and friendly as if he was really glad to meet me. But it
was not the type who said he was set up with a hot one. He showed no respect for me, which was
very surprising, because almost everyone else, including women.
"I can not stay long," said Jennifer. "I have a study group and need help."
"I told you that I can help you with that," he said.
"I know. But I can rely on you for everything. I need to create some independence, albeit in a group."
He seemed to find that amusing for some reason.
I went to the counter and got a cup of black coffee. When I returned to the table, Jennifer was
gathered up his things and begs off to go to her study group. We were alone.
"Jennifer said you were just a newbie. How you can help with its course?"
"I know some things. I read a lot."
"Maybe you should take the junior classes." My tone of my obvious insincerity.
2. He hesitated, as if reluctant to speak. "I am."
"How can you take advanced courses as a freshman?"
"I took some things from the guest entrance exam."
"What odds?"
"Oh, just some things. Anything important.'m Just saying that you're the queen of last year. Means
that a lot of time away from your studies?"
"No. I'm pretty smart., I keep up with things pretty easily." A trick I recognize, even though it was
quite smooth.
"You're lucky. Some people here have to work very hard to make it good."
"Thank you." When he was going to mention its breathtaking beauty? I've never been on any date
when the person did not have nearly wax poetic over it, if you trip over his tongue. What is it with
this guy right?
"When I talk too much just tell me. Know that he expects some studying done," he said.
"Yeah. Maybe we should do something."
I tend to think about it, speculating about what interested him how smart he was to skip those
classes and, yes, I admit it, what happened to him so special in the sack. I did not know if he was
looking at me, but history shows that will steal glances, I reached into my work.
I looked at him a few times and smiled when they looked at the same time. He was just reading. He
took no notes. In fact, he did not seem to even have a notebook and pen. Maybe it was in your pocket
protectors missing.
Two of my subjects went very smoothly. The third was a problem. I still did not get why we did it. I
could somewhat keep up with how to do it, but I never understood why, and that is cloudy in my
understanding of every thing that I have learned. I threw the pencil in disgust.
He looked up. "Problem?"
"I just do not get the damn books.'ve Never why we always do two items. It's hard to know what is
happening, where input because I do not know why I do it."
He reached into his pocket. "I'm sorry. Seems to me that that brought enough money with me. Could
you lend me money?"
He was the most annoying possibility to change the subject.
"Are you good at it?"
He smiled. It was a nice smile. "You follow me, do not pay."
I handed him a dollar.
3. "What is your financial situation now that you lend me a dollar?"
"What is?"
"Are you better off? Worse? Same?"
"I am the buck."
"Let's look at the items to one U.S. dollar less cash, but you also have one input of dollars in unpaid
loans to their account, so that one claim has been credited because it was reduced - ... cash, but on
the other asset loans, was debited by the same amount.
"There is no change in your financial situation, except to the extent that cash may be better asset
quality than the credit.
"If all you did was one input to reduce cash, you should have no way of knowing it to have an effect
on the financial position at all, and you will not have any record that I owed you money.
"For other types of transactions that may be making two items that allow you to track the income
statement at the same time retain their property. Idea of ​​the whole thing is that
somehow the fact that assets equal liabilities and equity will allow you a complete picture of your
profit and loss at the same time you know that all your assets and what you owe. "
I know that quizzical look on my face.
"Do you know some algebra?" he asked.
"Yes. Remember some of them."
"Remember that if you do exactly the same on both sides of the equation, you do not need to change
its force?"
"Example?"
"6 = 3r. If you divide each side of the equation you get three through six is ​​three two
equals three over three, this is the one time y. So the new equation is y = 2.
"You did exactly the same on both sides, so you do not change the nature of the relationship. This is
a little bit about what you do with the double-entry accounting."
"Shit. Why not just say that?"
He shrugged.
"The fact that it is easier to know what to do when you understand why you do it."
He nodded. He did not talk much.
"Why could not he just say that?"
"Understanding what is easier when you can see them in context, you already understand. They do
4. not have one on one, so can not say if the metaphor worked for you. I have the advantage of trying
as many metaphors as I need to get the idea across . "
"You're a smart boy."
"I got some presents. Everyone gets gifts. Did you intelligence, personality, beautiful smile."
I smiled a nice smile. That's a compliment, not a privilege. I liked it. It smelled of sincerity. But it
was annoying.
"Thank you."
This guy was different. He treated me with respect. He related to me as a person. For him, I am the
hottest woman you could ever imagine seeing. He was someone I could sit and talk quietly, someone
might just spend a quiet time when we worked separately, someone just like that. I was really good.
Sure, it's nice being worshiped. But I do not know, I think I'm a little happier with me. What was the
strange effect on me.
It was getting late, and we agreed that it was time to go. He offered to walk me home and I
accepted.
My apartment was less than a mile from the Student Union, but if more than enough time to think
better of it, despite the complete comfort of our conversation.
I went openly around campus with nerdy rookie. This could go anywhere good. Sure, I had a good
feeling about this shortly. But the sadness was more likely to follow. If you would like to derive
something from this whole experience, I wanted to get in and out quickly.
When we got to my door, I took care of it.
"Kiss me. Jennifer says you're great, so let me, what's so special about your kissing."
His face tightened.
"I do not think so. With this attitude, no kiss would satisfy you. Did not understand. Seemed to me
nice, but it illustrates the fact unflattering side of you. Hope you're in a better disposition later."
He turned and walked away.
I was really upset and confused and, well, shocked. No one ever left me like this. The confusion
prevented me something he said as he left. But when I speak, it would be ugly, and I'm sure I'd
never see.
I want that? I hate the word, but why I was such a bitch? Did I care what he thinks? Why was I so
wishy-washy? I knew what I wanted from life, and I knew how to get it. Did I care what he thinks? Of
course not.
But what was unknown discomfort I felt?
