Obsessed

As I walk through campus, the first thing I notice about any male figure is his socks.  Who knew long, black, nike socks would knock my own right off?

Recently, I left the security of my roommates to sit by a lone boy on the back row.  Although he may or may not have been attractive and tall, my motives were purely friendly.  As I caught up to my roommates their gleaming eyes proved obvious snoop-age.  The first thing that was said to me upon my return was, "you really do love long socks."  I laughed out loud.  Yes, that explains my abnormal bravery.

During another recent occurrence I was dawdling my way to a much-needed shower.  In attempts to speed up the process my roommate said, "Aubrey, what if a boy walked in right now.  And he was wearing long socks.  And he wanted to cuddle with you."  Way to capitalize upon my two weaknesses--long socks and snuggles.  Let's just say, a hop, skip, and a trail of clothes later . . . I was clean.