Hall of Infinite Doors

You smile all the way back to your room. You've never had anything so fantastic occur in your whole life. You shut the door and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling replaying the scene over and over in your mind. She's like a supermodel, and she's easy.

The first thing that comes to mind is to ask her out. But no, you can't do that. Yes you can. No you can't. Yes you can! No, you can't. Yesyoucan. Noyoucant. Yesyoucan!!

Your mind twitches with excitement as you await Thursday. She wears a hot form fitting yellow dress with cute little white boots. Your mouth drops. Why does she do these things. You make small talk before class, though a couple daring guys stand around with you. After class, you pounce.

"Say, um, would you like, uh to go eat someplace?"

"Well, sure!"

You make sure to carry her books, thinking about how you should grip them, and how you should walk or what to say and all. You wonder about what to say. Hormones take over.