Dear boy in my Anthropology class,
I recognize that Anthropology is a lecture, meaning an endless sea of faces all facing away from one another. I recognize that you seem to have a friend in this class, because you try to sit by her everyday and you try to engage in conversation that seems to have more breadth than depth.
I don't know your name, or even how tall you are. But I know that if I were a boy, I would want your hair.
