Keep it simple.

The co-ed is clearly the only choice, is he messing with you? You gulp, throat suddenly very dry, “I’ll pick Lisa.” You say mustering up a little smile.

“Excellent, I hate to admit I was hoping you would choose her. The rooms are filling so fast and I would hate to have to **** someone to stay where they aren’t comfortable. He makes a few notes, opens a box and pulls out a ring of three keys. Handing them to you, “This is to the library, the dorm, and this is for your room.” He hands you a removable window sticker for your car, and a big yellow envelope, “This is everything you need to get your books, and any supplies from the book store just next to the library. Plus you have meal vouchers for the cafeteria, plus some extra for snacks, an apology for the computer issues.

“Cool thanks.”

“Excellent. The map of the campus, and QR code for digital copies of everything you need is in the envelope. Your first class will be Monday. I will send someone over with your schedule by Sunday afternoon. I have your phone number, mine and that of a few of my student aides are in the envelope as well. Feel free to call or text me if you need anything or have any questions.” He looks up at the clock. “Looks like we finished right on time. Can you send in the next student on your way out please.” he gestures to the door.

“Of course.” You take everything and head out the door. The man sitting closest to the door has a wide smile, is about 6’ tall, and has to be an athlete. “Your turn.”

He stands, gives you a smile, holds out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Mark, love the butch girl look, pretty hot.”

Wait, he thinks you are a girl too, and wants to shake hands, do you?

It would be rude not to.

Should probably correct him.

Hesitantly, a little limp.

Nah, I’m a hugger.