I was about to have an oral exam at my university so I decided to show up earlier to revise things up before I walk in. Upon arrival I notice a nice blonde anxiously waiting for the very same exam. I chat her up and she turns out to be very easy going. After a short chat I excuse myself saying I need to revise. She keeps coming around and bugging me with questions which I can't answer because I decided to 0-100 the exam 5 hours prior to it. Eventually I lose my shit and lead her to nearest table where I simply tell her to unpack all her notes and revise with me. Turns out she is pretty well prepared and she keeps tutoring me instead. Felt like I'm back in the kindergarten.

While I'm revising, thanking God for sending her my way (I really wouldn't have made it without her help), I can't help but to notice that she's actually hot. Not "unload my genes ASAP" hot but "neighbour girl" hot. Soft makeup, casual clothes, regular pretty face, healthy skin and hair, nice nails, etc.

She tells me it's her final exam before flying for Erasmus (European student exchange) to Italy. That's very romantic indeed, but the gist of Erasmus for female students is being railed by locals. So I'm saying it's great but in some part of me my daily dose of optimism about women is getting slaughtered again.

She clearly is stressed out but after we're done revising we get a breath of fresh air and joke around a little bit. She is clearly better prepared than me, so I shrug her jokes about how she's gonna cry regardless of the result (from happiness or frustration).

Time flies and our turn comes (exam was held in trio's and we ended up in the same one). She is again visibly nervous, gets her questions and is DESTROYED. She is nothing like the girl she was before the exam started. It's painful to watch. Professor is a male, he is known for favoring girls and for being an easy way to pass. Despite her having an extra question and me speaking out for her (because yes, I actually owed her a lot - I passed safely and surely thanks to her help) he get furious. She gets all apologetic and tells him about her Erasmus, how much it means for her. Frankly her answers shouldn't let her pass, he points out that in our profession (law) ability to cope with stress is an absolute must and that he's disgusted by attempt to pass the exam without being able to prove one's knowledge. Yet, he gives her a passing grade.

While I'm happy for her I realize another TRP truth materialized before my very eyes - that day I saw the pussypass in work. Best part? While we're walking out of the campus I fire with what I was thinking about the whole situation:

  • He's such a pussy, tho...

To which she bursts laughing and sums up how much it meant for her:

  • YEAH!

Lessons learned:

  1. They're used to easy mode. Going out of your way won't make a difference.

  2. Favors get forgotten the moment they happen.

  3. Chat up every girl, she might save your life.