East Campus
I saw you... Christina, about 15 years ago, the first time. I was pretending to play volleyball in the courtyard when you walked by. I looked at you, you looked at me, you gave me that look that I always confuse for recognition, and I couldn't remember where I saw you before.
I must have impressed you when I said something smart in some HASS class. You approached me (!) while I was getting lunch at Walker, but I totally spazzed and blew you off.
I thought I'd see you more over the years, but I didn't. I lived one floor beneath you, but still. There were maybe two or three other times we crossed paths - never in class - but I couldn't speak when I was around you, even when you were sitting all alone outside Kresge that one time. Damn.
You were probably too cool for me. You lived on the cool floor. I went up there to visit once or twice, but I don't think I would have recognized you in the black light.
It killed me when they used your pretty face on a flyer to promote something. Was it a party? Were you running for office? I can't remember. I wish I would have stolen one.
I saw your name on a list of people who couldn't be tracked down for the reunion. It figures - you were probably off on some adventure. I knew you were too cool.
Then I saw in the Class Notes that you got married. Good for you. So did I. It's weird how things turn out sometimes.