Hesitate

The next evening I spend a few hours pondering my next move with Millie. At first, I contemplate hitting her up on Facebook, but then I dismiss the idea. That might seem like a loser thing to do, and I hardly know the woman. Then I write a few texts, ranging from "Hi Millie, do you want to grab a coffee and do some studying later this week?" to "Hey Big Tits, you up for some fun on Thursday?" – but I delete them all before sending.

Finally, I man up enough to give "Big Tits Millie" a call, figuring that is the grown-up thing to do.

It's ringing for a good while and I'm just about to give up when she finally picks up. "Oh hi Matt," she answers, "I was just wondering whether you'd get in touch. How are you tonight?"

We make small-talk for a few minutes before I ask her, "So how about we get together and study Thursday night?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Matt," she says with pity in her voice, "I'd love to, but I've already made plans for Thursday. Brandon Miller from class invited me out for drinks. Can you believe he promised to show me the nightlife around campus? He's such a young gentleman, do you know him?"

"Sure, I know Brandon. Great guy," I lie.

Brandon Miller is, in reality, a jock and a grade-A douchebag who has already fucked half of the girls on campus. My heart sinks. If he's after Millie too then I'm fucked. "Well perhaps another time then," I mutter.

"Yes perhaps,..." she says thoughtfully, "But maybe you'd like to come too? I can ask my new friend Angela to join us. She's one of the other girls of my age in class, and I think she needs to get out and have some fun."

Hmm, Angela... mousy brunette with glasses, if I'm not mistaken. Seems really uptight too.

"I don't know, I really have to study,” I sigh.

"Come on Matt, it'll be fun! Almost like a 'double date' you know," she says with a laugh.