I set Makayla up with Dave

“I know you don’t want a relationship with me,” Makayla continues. “I can tell you have your eye on someone; but now I actually believe I can find someone who will.”

I have to wonder: am I that easy to read? I shrug off the thought. “Makayla,” I say, “if you’ll trust me a little further, I think I can set you up with someone.”

She looks eager. “Who?”

“Dave Reinhold, my RA. You probably know of him, since he runs cross-country. He’s a great guy, and I’ve enjoyed getting to know him.”

Makayla’s face falls a little. “I do. He’s hot! I can’t imagine he’d be interested in me.”

“I can,” I say confidently. “He doesn’t have a girlfriend, and from the conversations we’ve had, I’m pretty sure you’re his type. If I talk to him, can I tell him you’d be interested in dating him?”

“I’m interested, alright,” she says with complete conviction. “I need to go down to student health and get on the pill. I wish I could have felt your cum in my—my pussy. I don’t want to miss out on that again.”

I feel good about this. All Makayla needed was a little help—now she’s off and running.

*******

When I get back to the dorm, I stick my head in on Dave. “Hey, Dave, got a minute?”

“Sure, man,” he says. “What’s up?”

I pause a moment to look at him. His last name is Scandinavian, and so are his looks. He’s a bit on the short side, very blonde, and would fit in perfectly in a video by Swedish House Mafia or Axwell /\ Ingrosso. (As a side note, isn’t that the strangest group “breakup” ever?) He isn’t muscular in the weightlifting sense, but as a cross-country runner, he’s absolutely cut. He’s also an honestly good-hearted guy who’ll bend over backwards to help someone out. Factor in that he’s conscientious, diligent, and persistent, and that he has the ability to laugh at himself, and he makes a really good RA.

“Dave,” I ask, “are you familiar with Makayla Randolph?”

“I know who she is,” he replies after a moment. “She’s a runner, a year behind me. I wouldn’t say I know her. She’s pretty quiet—I don’t think anyone really knows her all that well. It’s too bad; she’s really cute with a fine ass, but not into guys. I think she might be a lesbian. Why?”

“Well,” I answer, “I can guarantee you she’s not a lesbian. She just had some serious anxiety issues around sex, which it sounds like her parents were encouraging to keep her a virgin. I, umm, helped her work through those, and she’s absolutely looking for a boyfriend. I mentioned your name, since I thought she’s your type and I know you’d treat her well, and her exact words were, ‘He’s hot! I can’t imagine he’d be interested in me.’”

Dave’s quite fair-skinned (though not as pale as Makayla), so it’s entertaining to see him blush. “Really?” he gets out after a moment. “I’ll have to give her a call some time.”

I have the text message ready to send. One tap and Dave’s cell pings. “There’s her number. I’ll talk to you later.” I walk quietly out the door, then pause a few steps down the hall. Sure enough, he’s already on the phone. Score!