I meet this blonde k** a year younger than me in college. I first say him walking into the school the first day of classes. All I could do was stare as he walked in. During me first morning class I couldn't concentrate because I was recreating the image over and over in my head. I couldn't quite figure out what it was about him that I couldn't stop thinking about him. The first few weeks I would always seem to notice him in the hallway. Everytime I just watched him go by wishing I was brave enought to actually talk to him. Finally one day I was doing some math problems with one of my professor… Read more
