atomicpoet on Nostr: I remember the first time a girl was ever interested in me. There I was in the ...
I remember the first time a girl was ever interested in me.
There I was in the computer lab, messing around with this Excel spreadsheet because, you know, what else are you gonna do during free time? I wasn’t even doing the assignment—we were supposed to be making some chart about class surveys or something. Instead, I was just clicking buttons, seeing what would happen.
That’s when Anya, who was sitting next to me, leaned over. She wasn’t working on her spreadsheet either—her screen was blank. So I decided to say something.
“Hey, uh, you wanna see something cool?” I asked.
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded like I’d just asked if she wanted to see the secrets of the universe.
I clicked on the column I’d been playing with. “Okay, so check this out. You can take all these numbers, highlight them like this… then hit this button right here… and BAM!” I hit the sort button, and all the numbers instantly rearranged themselves. “See? Biggest to smallest. Or, if you want…” I clicked again. “Smallest to biggest.”
Her jaw actually dropped. “No way,” she said, leaning in so close I could feel her excitement. “It does that? That’s genius. Do it again.”
I did it again. “Yeah, it’s just the sort function,” I said, trying to sound casual, but I could feel my heart racing because she was into this.
“How did I not know this?” she asked, her eyes still glued to the screen. “This changes everything. Can you show me how to do it?”
“Yeah, it’s super easy,” I said, scooting over so she could try it on her spreadsheet. “Highlight the column first, like this. Then go up here, click this button, and boom—sorted.”
She followed along, and when her numbers snapped into order, she turned to me, smiling like I’d just solved world hunger. “That’s amazing. You’re, like, a spreadsheet wizard.”
I laughed, trying to play it cool, but inside, I was thinking, Did she just call me a wizard?
For the rest of class, she kept asking me little questions about Excel. “Can it do letters too? What about dates?” Every time I showed her something, she got more excited, like sorting data was the most thrilling thing on Earth. At one point, she just stopped and looked at me.
“You know,” she said, “this is really impressive. Like, you actually know this stuff.”
I shrugged. “I mean, it’s just Excel,” I said, but the way she was looking at me made it feel like way more than that.
By the time class ended, I didn’t even care about the spreadsheet anymore. I just cared that Anya thought I was some kind of Excel genius. And honestly? That felt pretty cool.
There I was in the computer lab, messing around with this Excel spreadsheet because, you know, what else are you gonna do during free time? I wasn’t even doing the assignment—we were supposed to be making some chart about class surveys or something. Instead, I was just clicking buttons, seeing what would happen.
That’s when Anya, who was sitting next to me, leaned over. She wasn’t working on her spreadsheet either—her screen was blank. So I decided to say something.
“Hey, uh, you wanna see something cool?” I asked.
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded like I’d just asked if she wanted to see the secrets of the universe.
I clicked on the column I’d been playing with. “Okay, so check this out. You can take all these numbers, highlight them like this… then hit this button right here… and BAM!” I hit the sort button, and all the numbers instantly rearranged themselves. “See? Biggest to smallest. Or, if you want…” I clicked again. “Smallest to biggest.”
Her jaw actually dropped. “No way,” she said, leaning in so close I could feel her excitement. “It does that? That’s genius. Do it again.”
I did it again. “Yeah, it’s just the sort function,” I said, trying to sound casual, but I could feel my heart racing because she was into this.
“How did I not know this?” she asked, her eyes still glued to the screen. “This changes everything. Can you show me how to do it?”
“Yeah, it’s super easy,” I said, scooting over so she could try it on her spreadsheet. “Highlight the column first, like this. Then go up here, click this button, and boom—sorted.”
She followed along, and when her numbers snapped into order, she turned to me, smiling like I’d just solved world hunger. “That’s amazing. You’re, like, a spreadsheet wizard.”
I laughed, trying to play it cool, but inside, I was thinking, Did she just call me a wizard?
For the rest of class, she kept asking me little questions about Excel. “Can it do letters too? What about dates?” Every time I showed her something, she got more excited, like sorting data was the most thrilling thing on Earth. At one point, she just stopped and looked at me.
“You know,” she said, “this is really impressive. Like, you actually know this stuff.”
I shrugged. “I mean, it’s just Excel,” I said, but the way she was looking at me made it feel like way more than that.
By the time class ended, I didn’t even care about the spreadsheet anymore. I just cared that Anya thought I was some kind of Excel genius. And honestly? That felt pretty cool.