Permgirl Meets Mr. Smooth

After a busy summer, Permgirl was back for her sophomore year. Apartment living proved to be a lot more exciting than dorm life after all. Grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning--it felt a little like playing house with her cool roommates. There were all the usual back-to-school events, football games and dances. Her new friends were really fun and social, so she tagged along, too.

One of her roommates already knew a whole gang of cute guys who lived across the street. Really, they were MEN because they were each at least 21 years old, some had cars and all had recently returned home from church missions. The truth is they were WAY out of this girl's league, and, besides, they all seemed to be more interested in her much hotter roommates.

That was ok... Miss Bookworm was not looking for romance. She was a SERIOUS student. After all, she had decided to get her teaching degree and had to make the grades for her Elementary Ed. program. This involved raising her own swarm of fruit flies for Education Biology, writing epic papers for History of Civilization II, and logging hours of exercise in Fitness for Life.

Between her full-time studies and the part-time nursery school job, there was still a little time for fun. She got set up on a few dates and went bowling, dancing, to midnight movies and out for cheap Mexican food. At this point, one or more of "the guys" from across the street were a permament fixture at her apartment. They enjoyed coming over to watch the girls' tv, eat their food and use the clean bathroom facilities.

Each of the guys had unique attractive qualities. There was the brain, the jock, the clown, the quiet one, the sensitive soul and then there was MR. SMOOTH.

Mr. Smooth seemed to be the type who is just a little too sure of himself, a bit cocky, kind of overconfident. Sure, he was good-looking, smart, funny and had his own car. Sure, he did well in his classes, worked at a parttime job, played basketball on the weekends, taught Sunday School and spoke Spanish fluently. Sure, he had a long line of cute coeds baking him cookies, buying him Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts, asking him to girls' choice dances and throwing him birthday parties (three months premature...but that's another story).

Yes. Mr. Smooth definitely had a big group of admirers.

Permgirl, however, was not among them...