Dear Hot Guy Who Sits In The Back Row Of The Lecture Hall,
When you walked into class on syllabus week, I knew that taking this stupid Gen Ed would be worth it. Something in the way you casually walked with a book bag on your back and smile on your face made my heart melt.
Because of you, I actually went to every class, which is rare for somebody like me. I also began reading the textbook, hell I even started doing the optional readings. All of this effort so that I could raise my hand in class with the hope that you would notice me and fall in love with me the way I have for you. What can I say? I’ve become a changed woman because of your chiseled chin — I cannot thank you enough for being so beautiful. I think I speak on behalf of my GPA, too, when I say that you have done stellar things for me and my educational career.
I’ve never heard you talk, because you sleep most of the time we are in the same room. Still, that hour and fifteen minutes of grueling lecture is worth it if it means getting to see you walk in and walk out of the classroom. While I always hate to see you go, I always love to watch you leave.
When we were assigned our groups for group projects, a part of me died inside when you were placed in a different group than mine. Wouldn’t that have been such a cute story to tell at our wedding? I soon got over it, though, because I got the really smart kids in my group so while I was lacking in my love life, I was thriving academically.
I can only hope that one day we run into each other at the library, recognize each other from class and realize we are both studying for an upcoming exam. From there, we will laugh, make fun of our professor’s sense of fashion and then take a study break at a fancy restaurant (or Chipotle, I’m not too picky).
Of course I am never going to sit by you, talk to you or tell you that I want you to be my future husband. This is nothing more than a classroom crush — unless you approach me first, then I’m game.
Yours forever and always,
Your Not-So-Secret Classroom Admirer
