UCLA vs. San Diego State = fate

It all started at orientation before the Carpe Noctum scavenger hunt. Jess was talking to this guy, about how he liked the spanish language and asked Jess to say something romantic. I arrive and before I know it, I'm talking to him about the music major and really unusual things, like the controversy the tritone interval had back in the Middle Ages, and rhythms. He knew the 3 against 2 rhythm, but I knew 4 against 3, and he asked me how it goes. Since there were no flat surfaces, we were tapping it out on our chests. Very "unique," but Jess kinda saw it as chemistry. But he didn't end up in my scavenger hunt group (hence not our new circle), and before that he talked to an ethnomusicology major. That was the last I saw of him at orientation, and yet I didn't say bye on the last day. Still, I had yet to mention Mozart's unusual way of selecting musical phrases in his compositions by means of rolling dice. Oh, and I didn't say bye because I was with my parents and he was around a lot of other people. There was still so much to talk to him about.I debated with myself, wondering if I was beginning to develop a crush, and even asked Jess about it. She denied it and must've thought I was considering nonsense, because it looked like only a good friendship at that point to her. Week 0 at UCLA and I'm doing what someone does when their close one dies: see them everywhere. Back when the prank fire drill happened (Monday, Monday of My Life blog), I could've sworn I saw him, but I didn't want to go up and ask because I was in a sheer shirt with no bra in freezing temperature...yeah. Jess asked the guy for me, and I was relieved to know that I didn't ask if he was whom I could've sworn he was, because it wasn't him. I think that was about the time Jess started believing that it's a genuine, bona fide interest that I had. Another time was the New Student Convocation. Everyone does a mass exodus from Pauley Pavilion over near the Janss steps. Of course, I look for several people myself, and another sighting. This time I really thought it was him, and wanted to say hi, but I can admit, I was wholly shy this time, not to mention barricaded by a heap of other people. Seeing him again stays in the back of my mind, but nevertheless bothers me. Jess tells me of any connections he may have to anyone we know, but I don't ask.Finally, the title gains its relevance. I was a little upset at having to wait for Jess at Union Station because we were as good as late to the UCLA vs. San Diego State football game. We go up to the 65th row in gate 7 of the Rose Bowl, and there's this guy, sitting alone, eating barbeque and watching the game. Now it's a serious itch. None of this, "oh it might not be him." The similarities to the best of my memory match this one who sat in the same row, minding his own business in an unusually taciturn manner: softer facial features, curly blond hair. I tell Jess about how it's really eating at me to go up and ask, and she advises me to do so. Shyness kicks in once again, until I do get up and ask, "You seem awfully familiar...you are a UCLA student right?"
"yeah."
"What's your major?"
"Music"
"Clarinet performance?"
"yeah-"
"Max?!"
"I kinda remember you too, I just don't remember your name and how I remember you."
"I'm Dawn." The next few words remind me of Cinderella (the version with Brandy)"I have a feeling I've seen you before...are you in Hedrick?"
"No, I'm in Dykstra."
"Then where do I remember your face?"
"Before Carpe Noctum, I was trying to teach you the 4 against 3 rhythm?"
"Oh yeah, which reminds me, how does it go again?"
From that I do mention Mozart's rolling dice for his compositions, and how I grew up learning Bach. He burned out from Mozart, and that's why he likes to deviate away from the classical style. And to prevent the anxiety that I previously felt, I got his number. Maybe sometime I'll get to have lunch with him, spare him having to wait until Hedrick to eat. Or better yet, maybe watch an opera or two...or three. As much as I hate how things are because of this, I also know how happy I should be. It's cute that Jess teases me about it, and the breathless anticipation that comes with the idea of finally getting to speak with someone you can talk about the most esoteric objects with. And all this from that fateful mishap to the Rose Bowl.