So I like to nap at school. There are these great comfy couches on the third floor of the student union. And since it is the third floor, most people are too lazy to walk all the way up there.
Comfy couches, chairs, and cozy little lamps. A sleepy co-eds dream come true.
They also have a bunch of antique stuff from photos to lettermen's jackets, desks, etc. Kind of interesting. There is one photo of the St. Cloud Teachers football team in 1905. I am drawn to a tall man in the back row. He has biceps as big as my thighs, a square chin, and one of the most drool enducing smiles I have ever seen. He is wearing a dark turtle neck sweater. He is the center of the picture, and everyone else in the picture fades away around him.
I have no idea who he is. There is no list of names. I don't know anything about him. The only thing I know is that he was probably in his mid-90's when I was born, if he lived. Talk about a May December romance.
It's rather creepy. And yet I can't help but stare at him before I drift off to nap. Wonder what he was like. Did he get married. Are his great grand kids going to this University now. Was he a jerk, or was his smile as warm as he was? Did he go on to do great things? Did he die before his time, or did he live a long and happy life?
Crazy stuff. Kinda creepy to be in love with a dead guy.
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