funny memories

To much of my dismay, in college it was rare to see a hot-guy around campus. They were on the endangered species list. It may have been the fact that it was a "brainy" university or maybe because it was so frigid most of the school year that everyone was in survival mode - either hiding out at home or hiding underneath layers of clothing, scarfs, and hats. Seeing a hot-guy, or even just a cute guy, was so rare in fact that my friends and I would document any such spotting of a hot-guy and quickly report the sighting to a friend. The conversation could go something like this:

Spotter of hot-guy: I saw a hot-guy today.
Recipient of hot-guy info: WHERE?!
Spotter of hot-guy: At the bus stop in front of the union around 10am. He was blonde and kind of tall, athletic looking. Have you seen him before?

The way we acted, you would have thought there were only 6 hot guys on the entire college campus of 25,000 undergrad students. Actually, now that I think about it, 6-10 is probably more accurate.

It was a good thing our sports were fun to watch.