You've only ever seen him in his uniform or sweats, but you know he'd kill it in a suit. Your collegiate world is confettied with his celestial presence — no effort need be expended on your part.He frequently headlines the sports section of the university paper, all articles reading like fan fiction.
He always leaves class before you can stage a run-in, but you know you'll maneuver your way into his study group before the semester's over. In college, this means the iconic university trophy-winner and indisputable Big Man On Campus.
Everyone knows his name, and his chiseled quarterback frame. ) The All-Star Crush is a low-effort, piece-of-cake crush.
This classroom crush will have you racking up the extra credit, and doing overtime in office hours.
You take bets with your fellow smitten classmates about how old he is, and hope you'll eventually swipe his way on Tinder.
He held the door open for you on move-in day, and this hallmate heartthrob hasn't left your mind since.
We can all admit it's probably just the pure proximity of this guy, and subsequent frequency of your interactions, that make him a beckoning blip on your radar.
Nothing's sexier than a mature man who's smart as hell, accomplished, has his sh*t together, and knows how to wear a tailored suit. it's just that he's already married, so you have to hope that maybe one of the hundred dudes currently nodding off in your lecture hall reaches a comparable level of development a decade or two from now.
Your professor goes on entrancing tangents about obscure academic studies, and uses words you've never heard before (somebody hasn't been doing the readings).
(The fact that half the time you see him he's half-naked in a towel maneuvering in his muscly glory from the bathroom to his dorm room doesn't hurt either.) Each semester, you hope your class schedule coordinates with his so your chances of face-time (the real world version) in the hall between classes are increased.