Ditto
An amazingly beautiful guy smiled at me. I thought my outfit wasnt all that, just because the jewelry only fell short because I was missing my usual bracelets. But the smile that came across this guy's face made it seem like it didn't matter. I may be seeing this guy through rose-colored glasses, but he had to have been a body builder or blessed by the gods. His shoulders could have carried all of UCLA on them, and his arms would have no problem with how much muscle was packed into them. He wasn't terribly short; he might have been five foot nine? I couldn't remember. He stood out of the crowd, because there was no crowd. Maybe all of these other people also saw what I had and let his presence shine. I hope I didn't look too disheveled after my journey up the Hill, but he didn't seem to care if I did. Once I made eye contact with him, I was definitely entranced. I hope to see him agains
