Hey, Collegiettes™!
So the most embarrassing thing happened to me this morning! I was making breakfast and needed to open a brand new jug of orange juice. I couldn’t get the stupid cap off. Seriously, I tried everything but it would not budge. So I decided I’d go upstairs to the guys that live above us. We know them, so it wouldn’t have been a big deal. They all work out with weights everyday (we hear them drop the weights on the ground all the time! So annoying.) so I thought they’d get it open no problem. But uh oh…no one answered the door. I thought I would just go next door to them, and I saw a girls name on the window. I rang the doorbell and the HOTTEST GUY EVER opened the door! Seriously, I’m talking angels-started-singing-when-I-saw-his-face type hot. By far one of the most gorgeous guys I’ve seen on campus ever. So there I was, a total stranger, wearing leopard print pajama pants, a tank top, my hair a hot mess and no make up on, asking this gorgeous guy if he could please open my orange juice for me. To end the mortifying story, he opened my juice, laughed, told me “no problem” in his adorable ENGLISH ACCENT and closed the door. The beginning of a fairy tale love story? Lord, I hope so.