My sophomore year of college, second semester, days after turning 20--I walked in late to art class and grabbed the first available stool. It happened to be next to a boy in a hat, so I didn't get a good look (without being weird and such), but I was pretty sure he was a cutie. Our class met twice a week for a few hours. This is basically how we dated. Do you remember that feeling? The butterflies and nerves? We both clearly liked each other, neither one of us brave enough to do anything ...