I've decided to post more stories about Paul. Don't get me wrong. I don't intend to make fun of him. I really like him actually, and he's just awful about expressing himself.
Paul gets a complete post in my blog today coz he's really a pretty great guy. One of the first things Paul said to me when I saw him this afternoon was "You don't smell anymore." Thanks, Paul.
Later this evening, I tried to get a new bottle of water onto the water dispenser. Those bottles of water are huge and I was going to ask for help but the guys were having a work-related conversation. The postdoc stopped and suggested that Paul should help me, and I said that it was fine and the worst I could do would be to spill some water. Paul kindly told me that he envisions me twisting or breaking my back and being out for a few months. Funny thing was that I started laughing even though he was deadpanning. Oh, Paul.
Earlier this week, Paul caught me skipping dinner.
P: Have you had dinner yet?
me: No, I'm not hungry yet.
P: You're going to grow fat.
A fellow labmate agrees that Paul really knows how to talk to girls.
To be fair, I left out the mundane parts of the conversations when Paul tried to defend himself (I usually point out that he's being mean). But hey, those were the mundane parts. How else am I supposed to tell a story?
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