I grew up career-driven and achievement-oriented. To me relationships come and go so I never take it seriously, but family, personal achievements and career these stick forever.
During my last year of college came Reeve Gates. Our cranky and terribly inconsiderate Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences.
I have fallen for him quite drastically, to someone so hostile and belligerent. To someone who is at the boundary of what considered to be unconventionally attractive.
His words consume me, entrench in my brain and simmer in my thoughts until the distraction is borderline dangerous.
