BALTIMORE— Mary Mullan, a freshman, observes a tall, dark, mysterious, and handsome athlete strutting through the student center on occasion. Mullan does not know who he is yet, but has been intrigued ever since she first laid eyes on him.
The mystery student is almost always seen in gym clothes and tennis shoes. “He must be an athlete on one of the teams,” she says, “Maybe basketball? He's such a tall hunk, that makes the most sense.”
She lost her glasses last week so she cannot see the finer details of the guy she has hopelessly fallen for. However, as of now she has worked up enough courage to ask him to join her for Starbucks next time she sees him.
Mullan also says that every now and then she and her friends have seen him dressed in all black, kind of like a priest. “That detail is a bit quirky," she giggles. "I suppose that'll be the first thing I ask him about on our date.”
“A D1 athlete has never acknowledged my existence before, but maybe this time will be different,” Mullan proclaims hopefully. Mullan’s friends question this dream. Rolling her eyes, her friend Alexa offered, “If he is who we think he is, he won't give her the time of day.”