Last night David from the 6th floor came on down to hang out with us young'uns (he's a senior). The story behind our floor's friendship with him is a strange and twisted one. Sort of.
Robyn saw him one day at lunch, sitting alone. We tried to find him in our building, to no avail. Then another day soon after, I saw him eating again, alone. Went over, asked his name and location (because Robyn had wanted his name to be Ethan so badly). Then went back and sat down. But then I felt bad, because he was sitting alone. Which I like to do sometimes, but it can get oh so lonesome. So I invited him over.
Throughout the conversation (he speaks 8 languages!), he invited us (Carrie, Gaelle, and I) up to his room for a visit. We countered with an invite to the 3rd floor. Nothing happened.
Then yesterday at dinner, I saw him again and said hi, asked him if he wanted to join us for dinner. He did. Immediately brought up the fact that we hadn't visited. Apologized, and he met some more floormates. We dared him to come visit our SAFE floor, since he likes to imbibe that alcohol.
And he did. Ended up staying on our floor for some three hours.
A certain girl likes him and we're going to try and get them together (Billy and I playing matchmaker). We're having dinner with him tomorrow at an Indian restaurant.
I'll keep you posted.