Today’s weather is an open invitation to my depressive tendencies. The grey fog is scaping the asphalt and the moisture of impending rain anchors the lungs. Yet, I find myself grateful for life this morning. My cup holds the perfect combination of coffee to milk and soft beats drown out the swishing noise of tires on wet pavement.
I’m running those upcoming stressful first days at university through my head, thereby making them less of a chore. But, mostly, I’m daydreaming of the foreheads. You know, foreheads – those nerdy STEM students with their heads so far in their books or laptops that all you see of them is their foreheads.
What I came to realize last semester while accidentally sitting in the science building was that most of them are hot. There is something sexy in their determined drive and haphazardous fashion. I find it especially adorable when they break out in a sweat at the sight of a female student.
Should I ever attain one of these elusive creatures for myself I would not change a thing about him. Let’s hear it for the foreheads – they rarely get their due.