What happens when you're home for the summer

(A.K.A. hot graduates sightings)

All those upperclassmen boys that high school girls had giant crushes on (even if they were the older siblings of one of their classmates) have to come back home during the summer at some point. Whether they are working at their dad's office, or hanging for a week before their pièce de la résistance trip to Europe, if you're home too, you're bound to run into them.

And oggle because college has only made them better looking.

Stop oggling! They don't remember you! Who do you think you are? They have a girlfriend waiting for them back at Yale/Dartmouth/UVA/Davidson/UCLA. And you're the same age as their younger brother/sister!!

Ok, now breathe... in... and out... There you go. Now they turned, you won't run into them... uh oh. Did they just walk into Starbucks/Haagen Daz/Louie's Pizza? Because you were going there too. And now you have to wait in line behind them... and stare at the equally handsome back of their head.

Oh no, they turned around! Shit, shit, look somewhere else, anywhere else! ...What - what was that? A smile? They - they really did recognize you. Well, of course, you have the most perfect ponytail in chorus/band/trig class. Go on: smile back! Do it, do it! Ugh, they're already looking away again. And that was the! lamest smile you've ever given anyone. What are they gonna think of it? That you haven't changed at all since you were fourteen?! Great...

Wait, here's your chance again, they're looking your way while waiting for their coffee/ice cream/pepperoni slice. Are they gonna say something to you: "Hi?", "What's up?" Smile again and... and... moment passed. They didn't even notice. Now they're leaving. Damn it, you totally just made a fool of yourself. As usual.

Who are you looking at? This has definitely never happened to me.
xxo, S