Publisher's Synopsis
When my college crush, Talbot Richardson-who didn't even know I existed-was elected to the United State Senate, I bragged a little too loudly that I knew him.
Oops.
Did I really know the sexiest, slickest guy on campus?
Not a chance in hell.
Unless knowing someone is following them around campus to see which dorm they live in, and which class they had at eight a.m. on Wednesdays.
Oh, and I might have stalked him in the dining hall, too. Turned out he ate a lot of grilled cheese.
And thanks to my big mouth, the paper I work for now expects me to do a story on him because he's not granting interviews. Not even to Anderson Cooper.
But surely he'll meet with me since we went to college together? Right?
Logical assumption. Except that he doesn't know me from a hole in the wall.
