Call me [F] by her name

During the fall semester of my senior year in college about a decade ago, I had a huge crush on a guy in one of my marketing classes. His name was Jake and he was graduating that year too. Dark hair, olive skin, muscular arms. He looked kind of like a frat bro, popping his collar on occasion, but didn’t act obnoxious like a lot of them do. His Instagram (yeah of course I stalked him a little) was mostly full of videos of him lifting at the gym or drinking poolside. You can imagine how much I, uh, “enjoyed” those posts hehe

Whenever I had that class and knew I’d see him, I started to dress up a little more than usual. Usually I was one of the nerdier girls in class, but that semester I wore a lot of my cutest outfits trying to get his attention. Sun dresses, daisy dukes, yoga pants. At least I seemed to catch my professor’s attention, because I ended up earning an A without doing much work. But it was a big class and we never really connected.