Junior girl dating freshman boy college
Time slows down, and classic rock guitar riffs crescendo when this guy walks across the green. This senior is the collegiate poster-child, at the peak of his undergraduate potential, with the five o'clock shadow to match, and still unburdened by the unsightly realities of adulthood.
In concordance with Murphy's Law (which was not on your last physics exam), you only bump into him on days when you've overslept after pulling all-nighters, and your unmade tired face prompts him to ask if you're sick.
He held the door open for you on move-in day, and this hallmate heartthrob hasn't left your mind since.
We can all admit it's probably just the pure proximity of this guy, and subsequent frequency of your interactions, that make him a beckoning blip on your radar.
You've only ever seen him in his uniform or sweats, but you know he'd kill it in a suit. Your collegiate world is confettied with his celestial presence — no effort need be expended on your part.
He frequently headlines the sports section of the university paper, all articles reading like fan fiction.