It's Official: Never chase girls, chase dreams first.

Before I begin this story I guess I should say three things. One, this is anything but a love story. Two, I sincerely did try to be nice to him. And three, I'll continue to fill in space with pretty inspiration in case you're not amused.

Each morning I snag The New York Times and attempt the crossword puzzle. Last year, I made a habit of arriving to my Spanish class extra early to crack the codes in a quiet classroom. One day the puzzle was particularly hard and another student had beat me to class. I assume my scrunched face and/or angry sighs gave away my confusion so, this guy, my teacher called him Pablo (I honestly don't know his real name) started offering his help. This infringement in and of itself was just annoying; it was not a group project. Day after day he tried to help so I slowly started rearranging my schedule in order to do my crossword, once again, in peace.

However, from that day forward, Pablo was literally every where I went. Like, I'm not kidding. Everywhere. Even worse, to say he talks incessantly would be an understatement. He is more tiresome than that stereotypical, spying, antagonizing, little brother.  Think long and hard about an obnoxious pet peeve of yours, multiply it by a million, subtract your dignity, add the name Pablo, and you've got my guy.

I tried so hard to be nice to him. I mean, he must have thought I was friendly enough to continue popping up everywhere I was, right? Plus, I knew I had no reason to be mean; he was friendly and he liked me, a rare combination! But, this guy seriously just started becoming a pain. Outside of the class we shared together, we "coincidentally" crossed paths about once every two days, never more than 6 minutes each time, but for an entire year.

An entire year later and cue to today, Pablo (still no idea what his name is) has literally driven me BANANAS with his annoying small talk. Like clockwork, I popped out of the bathroom, hands still wet and fuming over the pathetic blow-dryers when I look up and see him. I've pretty much just had it with this guy. I'm now speed walking to my car with Pablo at my hip. He's talking a mile-a-minute about his awkward, debauchery filled weekend when finally, somehow, he asked me about my summer plans.

I'm now at my car, loading supplies into the back seat and just mumble something along the lines of, "I don't know. See ya!!" I then jumped in the front seat, slammed the door shut and turned on the car. At this point he is still shouting at me, through the rolled up window, asking for my number so we can talk over the summer.

How is this even possible? Can this guy really not pick up on social cues? I don't even know his name!! We've certainly never talked long enough/about anything important enough for him to even put me in a friend category. I just don't get it. There are so many things wrong with the story. And, I guess and if there is something you should take from it, it is this: don't EVER try to help me with my crossword puzzle.