I met Zach Jukel, or Jukes, my freshman year at ASU. I was initially struck by his confidence, and then by his continued achievements; I remember one night at Buca Di Beppo, he ate nearly his entire plate of pasta, which, if you haven’t been, is a big accomplishment, seeing as a single portion could…
“My name’s Stella,” I told him, trying my best to answer as if I were talking to a substitute teacher – not rude… just, blase. I assumed girls pursued him regularly wherever he went because that’s what happens to anyone that’s made a name for themselves, isn’t it? We build a fascination with this beautiful…