Math Class Crush
He walked in, and I had to catch my breath. He has tattoo’s, a gorgeous, colorful half sleeve on his left arm, and some Old English lettering on the inside of his right, partially hidden under his t-shirt sleeve. He’s just the right body type, tall (not too tall, maybe 5’10”) light brown hair, average bordering on muscular (my favorite), and glasses. Black frames. Of course I’m crushing on him. He’s from New York, and lived in Germany for five years. He’s an economics major (money is and will always be sexy). We had to introduce one another in class, but I was so smitten I forgot his name. He probably has a girlfriend (because, really, I have horrible luck) and he’s going to FSU soon. But I don’t care. I get to stare at him for three hours two nights a week. Hopefully my math grades don’t suffer. We have to ask for like, five people’s numbers to study with, so I’m going to ask him. Plus, I was in Germany recently, albeit just the Frankfort and Munich airports, but still, conversation starter!
