I am completely infatuated with a particular DreamyEyedBoy in my class right now. It all started one day after class when I was ranting about the way our first group report had been marked. DEB was sitting near the boy who was originally listening to my rant, but that boy tuned out and instead DEB gave me his undivided attention. He was very sensible the whole time, asking me what I was going to say to the professor and what I wanted to get out of such a talk. He also consoled and graciously complimented me:

Him: Honestly, I wouldn’t worry about the mark too much.
Me: It’s not just about the mark. If I deserved this mark, I wouldn’t be feeling so frustrated right now. But I don’t! Our team did so well. This marking rubric is completely unjust!
Him: But you know he’s not going to change the mark. And honestly, this mark means nothing in the larger picture. When you’re looking for a job, they’re going to be looking at all the other things. Do you have extra-curriculars?
Me: Yes! But –
Him: Are you likable? I’ll answer that, YES. Are you smart? Yes. You have so much going for you, what are you worried about?

It was then that I noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They were a light shade of green, and I felt like I could lose myself looking into their brilliance. I had to look away. His eyes were like an eclipse. How could I argue with him? He, the boy whose eyes made me want to melt, was telling me that I was a sweet, smart, capable girl who was above these meaningless numbers. Frankly, even if he had told me I was an ugly, stupid ogre, I still would have found it hard to argue with him. I quickly finished the conversation and escaped from his gaze lest my legs should collapse beneath me.
The strange thing is that I had never been attracted to him until that moment. He was actually on my floor in residence in first year, so it’s not like I’ve never seen him before. If someone had asked me who I thought the cutest boy in my class was, he wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. So I was thoroughly surprised to realize that my legs felt weak when I looked into his eyes. I was uncertain that this was really the case – maybe I was just tired that day? – so I confirmed it two days later by talking to him during break. Indeed, his eyes had the same noticeable affect on me: quickening heartbeat, shortening of breath, and weak knees. It’s a wonder I could hold a conversation with him at all.
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