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alpha male? Again, I couldn't be
sure. He certainly seemed confident and assured of himself, although whether he
was that way because he knew he was good looking or because he was actually
confident remained to be seen.
    Rich? Doubtful. All of the rich guys that I had met in
my life were snooty, self-important pricks who thought they were better than
anyone else. It seemed like Luke relied on his charm more than an aura of
wealth, which led me to believe that his charisma was not the result of money
or family influence, but habit. Was he great in bed? I had no idea, and I
wasn't sure I wanted to find out. He was certainly a good kisser, but that
didn't guarantee anything. The last thing I wanted to deal with was another
uncomfortable, awkward, and less than pleasurable experience in bed, which I
had experienced the last time I had slept with a guy.
    Thinking back on that experience, at first I had been
amused, but then, after moments of fumbling and what began to feel like rough
sex, I had grown alarmed. He had quickly finished “the deed” as I called it,
before he awkwardly climbed off me and immediately disappeared into the
bathroom. It had been an entirely unsatisfactory, uninspired, and rather embarrassing
event. Not surprisingly, the guy had never attempted to contact me again, and I
had kicked myself upside one side and down the other for being so foolish as to
even think he could meet my criteria. No, my previous "suitor" had
failed miserably.
    How well did I really know Luke? To be honest, I
didn't know him at all. He might be good looking, but that was no guarantee
that he knew what he was doing in the bedroom. He could be impotent for all I
knew! So, as I re-examined my list, I shook my head, thinking that Luke,
handsome though he was, would never be able to live up to my standards. I
completed writing down my thoughts, and then, deciding I was wasting my time
even thinking about such possibilities, I put my diary away and reached for one
of my romance novels. What I found between the pages was my reality. Until
someone came along that could meet every one of my requirements, I would be
relegated to a living my fantasies out through the pages of my paperback
novels. For now, I was content to do so.

 
    Chapter
6
    It was late Saturday afternoon, and I was getting
ready for my date with Luke. I didn't really know what we would be doing, but
he had passed me another note in chemistry class yesterday morning and simply
instructed me to dress casual and be ready for some fun. We had agreed on a
pick-up time, which I realized as I glanced at the clock, was fast approaching.
I had changed my clothes more times that I could count, still not sure what he
meant by casual. Casual could mean a lot of things, from torn, ripped up jeans
to a nice pair of chinos.
    Becky and Desiree were off somewhere shopping, and
then each of them had dates tonight, as well. Earlier this afternoon, Selena
had actually informed all of us with a self-satisfied grin that one of her
professors had asked her out. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I didn't
think it was a good idea. Selena was smart, majoring in criminal justice, and
had a good head on her shoulders. Still, I wasn't sure about the twenty-year
difference between herself and a college professor. Was he married? She didn’t
know, but had not seen a wedding band on his finger. Still, that didn’t mean
anything. He could have taken it off. Dating between students and teachers was
discouraged, though even the Dean knew that such relationships between
consenting adults were difficult to monitor. Nevertheless, I felt uneasy about
it. What if things didn’t work out? Would Selena be risking a grade in a class
that would have a serious impact not only on her GPA but her course of studies?
    The others had giggled with excitement, more
interested in what might happen between the two rather than the ramifications.
Then again, Selena wasn't one to jump into relationships, at least not