Because some people don't know how awkward they are

Why is life so funny sometimes? I was walking around the building where I live putting up signs to sell my fridge and get my stolen/lost rollerblades back, and I ran into this guy who was chatting up some girl in the hallway.

Now this is not just any guy. The first time I met him he was wandering down the hall in those funky underwear/boxer things that aren't either. He was also babbling something about the shower, but in incomprehensible French. Now this is not a problem, I have made plenty of my own mistakes, and my accent was pretty terrible at one time as well. But this guy was nearly naked and shouting down the hall about the shower, because he hadn't thought to investigate this before leaving his room with his balls barely concealed.

I saw him later that afternoon at the computer lab, where he sat down at a computer, then frantically ran out. I had been waiting for a spot so I could print, so his departure meant (to me) that the computer was available. This was not case, he said, when he came back breathless with the guy from the front desk to ask some innane question about how to login. He tapped on my shoulder and told me to get up. I politely told him to go fuck himself, seeing as he had hardly been very nice about telling me to leave, and he explained that he'd left his trashy water bottle on the desk to save his spot. Whatever dude, I wasn't moving. He went to another computer, at which point I cursed him aloud (I was a little stressed). He eventually came over to apologize for acting like a dick (though surely less dick-like than I had been in the meantime), and we ended up doing a sort of hand-slapping handshake thing like you do with friends you've known for a while, so of course it was all good.

I saw him later in the library and he started speaking incomprehensibly again. We switched to English. Turns out he's taking French where I was last year. And he's actually very nice, if unbelievably clueless. He's been accepted by the Peace Corps and will be going somewhere in French-speaking Africa, hence the (desperately needed) French classes in Paris. I can't help imagining him stuck in some village trying to be so earnest and helpful but generally only annoying the hell out of everyone.

Anyway, I've not run into him lately, until today. The context: a lot of people are moving out so there's a lot of crap like dishes and couches out in the hall, free for the taking. This guy was afraid that he'd taken too much stuff, or wasn't sure it was really free (too good to be true!), so he asked the first attractive girl he saw moving out if it was hers. And what, you might ask, had he taken? The Kama Sutra! Now this is a pretty good looking guy I think, but he's just sooooo awkward! This is my rough transcription of his conversation:

Guy: It's the Kama Sutra.
Girl: Oh, that wasn't mine.
Guy: Oh, have you read it? It's about sex and stuff.
Girl: Yeah
Guy: Yeah, but it's also a philsophy, right?
Girl: Yeah
Guy: You know I studied philosophy [hence the Peace Corps gig instead of a real job -- just kidding Dad!] and we sort of touched on that
Girl: ...
Guy: ...

Girl walks away.

It was brilliant! I hope he buys my fridge.