I have never been this confident before. Confident that the man I've dreamt about, thought about, even in broad daylight wanted me as much as I wanted him. The following week, I spent my time trying to look good as I prepared for class. I mean I always looked good, but this time I tried harder to look better. I wore a tight dress, curled my hair, applied a little make-up as I grabbed my bag and my jacket before I left my dorm. Anyone who knew me would know something was up with me. I didn't dress like this except I was planning on storming parties with my friends....