Wait,isYoda furry? I think I’ll need to do some research if I’m going to be a nerd’s fake boyfriend.
He does that typing, deleting thing again.
Absolutely. You’re totally right. I’ll go back to the drawing board.
I imagine him stressing over there in that big house. Neglecting his schoolwork to researchStar Warscostumes.
Don’t overthink it. If you want me to be Yoda, I’ll be Yoda.
He sends me a picture from a website of a costume with a long, leather waistcoat, a thick belt, a single glove and knee-high boots.
How about this?
Looks good. Where do I buy it?
You don’t have to buy anything. What size shoe do you wear?
49
What!?
15 in US sizes.
Still huge.
I smile. Is he blushing right now? Or is he so innocent he doesn’t get it? I doubt that. Ben is not anywhere near as innocent as people think he is.
Relax, I can buy boots.
Don’t worry, I have an alternative.
Does he own all these costumes? Is he a secret cosplayer? Or is he going to buy them for me?
I wish he’d just let me buy my own.
He sends me a picture of a less elaborate costume. A black tunic with a simple belt and black trousers.
This is a more relaxed Kenobi Jedi costume
Was I supposed to know what the other one was?
Cool.
Wear whatever shoes you want.
I’m guessing tennis shoes aren’t included in that.
My roommates are playing video games in the living room so I go out and ask them what kind of shoes you’d wear with a Kenobi Jedi costume.
I’m bombarded with way too many questions until I just show them the picture.
“Is this for another sorority party?” Chad asks.
“Do you think we could get an invite?” Jesse adds.
Chad elbows him in the ribs. “Dude!” He turns to me. “It’s cool, don’t worry about it.”
“It’s a frat party, and I’ll ask.”
