Asking for help

College life managed to wedge its way between our love life. Shar's business with her sorority didn't help either. We were reduced to texts and phone calls, which is a far cry from the intimacy we had grown so fond of. Knowing we'd meet up during the weekend, I decided to try and think of a date to take Shar on. Being a college student limited my options, and as much as I know Shar would be happy with just spending a few sweaty hours in my bed, I want to do something more than just sex.

Getting ****, I decide to call Alyssa for some advice.

"Hey Andrew. How's it going?" Alyssa says.

"Good. How about you?"

"Yeah alright. So what's going on?"

"I uh... need some advice."

"What about?"

"I wanna take Shar on a date. Something special."

Alyssa chuckles. "Awww Andrew. That's so cute."

Part of me is glad that Andrew isn't here right now to see my cheeks turn bright red. "Well, I mean you taught me how to please women."

"Well that'd make a good date."

"Yeah but... I wanna do something... romantic. Y'know?"

"Well, I mean... it has to come from the heart. Just be you Andrew. I mean that's worked so far, right?"

"Right... Alright. Thanks Alyssa."

"No problem. Anything else?"

"Uh, not really."

"Well uh, see you around Andrew."

"See you."

I hang up realizing that the only thing I've achieved was to give Alyssa an embarrassing store that's probably going to slip out of her drunken lips one day. Then again, I guess she had a point. I need to do something that's personal and comes from the heart. I'm sure no matter what, Shar would be fine with what I come up with. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?