STALK HIM/HER; 7-9: You find them in a public place

⚀⚅ +1 COOL = 8

Well, you'll write off Alpha Gamma for the moment. Piggish frat boys were okay in small doses or one-on-one, but a whole group of them at once was just plain overbearing.... plus guys who'd had too much to drink weren't any fun to spend time with... and then there was the matter of reputation. You were pretty okay in general with being known as an easy girl - this was the 21st century, right? - but you didn't want to be THAT kind of girl who ended up passed out on a frat house bed getting used by dozens of people on end. You weren't going anywhere near that place! Unless someone asked you really, really nicely!

There were always apps, but, well... they lacked the thrill of the chase and the spontaneity of meeting an attractive stranger in person. The commons and the pub were okay places to meet, but the food there was terribly greasy and fattening. Since you seldom found time for exercise you were a quinoa-and-kale kind of girl, making sure you didn't end up with a freshman-fifteen by eating abstemiously.

Pulling out your phone on the way to the parking lot, you checked out what kind of concerts and other events there were to go to. Unfortunately, it looked like the only shows playing tonight in clubs that weren't 21-and-over were R&B, Christian Rock or Disnefied pop bands, ew.

The bishies of your erotic manga collection and your 'silver bullet special' are calling you... No! You need something more than that on a perfect night like this. And cold-calling ex-boyfriends was a desperation move if all else failed (especially since at least one of them would be expecting you were trying to pull him into more of your over-elaborate cosplay fantasies that had made him tired of your company in the first place).

Maybe you could do the low-tech method of finding a group of students leaving campus, cold-reading them to figure out where they were going, and asking if you could tag along. Unfortunately, about all of the groups you see going were at least 50% made up of skimpily-dressed sluts flaunting themselves (you, of course, were certainly not one of those; just a nice girl who was easy to get along with, liked having fun, and had a great fashion sense!).

You lean up against your beat-up old Honda with duct tape over one of the rear windows and a bumper covered with Pokemon-themed stickers and browse some more, hoping an opportunity would come right along and fall in your lap...

A pop-song ringtone in some language you didn't recognize started blaring right next to you. It answered and a piercing male voice started shouting. "Yo! Where the fuck are you man? I been out here for 20- What? What did you say? ... Shiiiit, are you kidding me? ... Do *I* have anywhere to be? You got somewhere YOU supposed to be, dumb-ass! Fine, if you're getting along so well then have HER drive you then, least then I don't have to go 30 miles out of my way like that!" There's a click and you hear the voice faintly cursing.

Curious, you turn around and see a riced-out - err, heavily accessorized, (you silently corrected yourself, remembering the spring semester's mandatory diversity seminar) sports compact with flame decals on it. Leaning with his arm hanging out of the open window you see a young man in a letter jacket with his short dark hair spiked up and a pencil-thin mustache on his lip. He was either mixed race or liked to get a tan, it was hard to tell at a glance. He seesyour bespectacled eyes staring at him and gave a cool shrug. "Hey, sorry girl, I di'nt see you there. Your car need a jump or something?"

You open and close your mouth, and give him a toothy (err, metal-y) smile. Someone is talking to you! Someone with a cool little bargain sports car, no less! This was the perfect opportunity to test if your new look was working for you or not.

Crossing your hands behind your back, you tilt your head to the side and sway side to side coquettishly. "Oh! Hiii there. Yeah, I um... I loaned my keychain to my friend so she could get in the dorm, and she was supposed to meet me out here so I could go out to the... um." You stare awkwardly at him for a second.

The male student nods casually and raises an eyebrow. "...like, the store?"

Blech, that wasn't a very cool place to need to go to, was it? Wait, unless... "Yyyyyes," you answer slowly, walking closer to him and nodding enthusiastically with your shoulders. "To the auto-parts store! I've got something wrong with it, like, I dunno~ a fuse or something?" You pout your lips and lean forward. "Um, I know you're kind of busy and all but, since your friend isn't showing up, maybe you could give me a ride there? My name is Sydney, by the way." you pause and then enthusiastically add "I really like the flame thingies on your car! Whoooosh! Snrrk, gyehehehhhh." you laugh awkwardly.

Rubbing his chin, car-guy looks you up and down carefully. "Yeah. I think I could take you somewhere. Maybe stop someplace on the way back, 'f you wanna get some food or somethin. I'm called Vin."

"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!" you say in a peppy voice, grabbing his arm lightly with your hands. You think you see the edge of a smile on his lips. "Ohh," you say, suddenly getting another idea. "Just a second, before I trouble you, let me go make sure my friend didn't leave the keys on top of the rear tire, she does that sometimes..." Of course, your keys were in your purse and had been the entire time. But this would give you good practice at accidentally-on-purpose flashing your panties. He seemed like a nice guy, for certain values of the word 'nice', and he was kinda good-looking.