In the midst of studying for finals, I recall getting a random email from classmate Maro:
“You’ve been anonymously selected by your peers as either fun-loving, a little crazy, or a Ross Hottie!” I told her I didn’t fit any of the three descriptions, but I nevertheless got conned into walking in this year’s Habitat for Humanity Date Auction.
I’ve promised a run through the Arboretum plus breakfast at Angelo’s…the food alone is worth, like, 10 bucks, plus I’ve promised the winning bidder to let ’em rip this shirt off my chiseled body:
aw yeah. Let it begin. 🙂