It's not quite Valentine's Day yet but I wanted to get a start on this. Most likely will be a short story. Just felt like writing a happy upbeat story about the good ship Pinger and Valentine's Day! Enjoy!
Professor Roy Hinkley Jr. stood inside his hut looking out the window. He noted the three women of the island gathered around the bamboo sewing machine. The oldest, Mrs. Howell, was sitting at the machine guiding the part of a tattered shirt of Mr. Howell's through while the brunette from Kansas, Mary Ann, pedaled the bike to power it. His eyes were mostly focused on the beautiful redheaded movie star Ginger Grant who was busy hand sewing a tear in on of his own shirts. Quite a woman was she. Never had he met anyone like her before. He sighed as he turned away from the window and sat down at his work table. It was that time of the year. Valentine's Day. For the past three years the three single men on the island would each make a nice gift for the three ladies. The Professor, Skipper and Gilligan felt it wasn't right to exclude Mrs. Howell even though she was married. They wanted her to know they thought highly of her as well and that she was important. However this year the Professor had a feeling that a certain someone wasn't going to be happy with this arrangement anymore. As much as the glamorous movie star appreciated the efforts of the three single men and thought it sweet they would think of her, it wasn't going to suffice. What she wanted was a love of her own. She wanted a man. One who would love her and cherish her. Many times he heard her say that there were no men on the island. It always miffed him. No men on the island? What was he? Didn't she see him as a man? Or did she just see him as the Professor and nothing more? Well he wasn't going to stand for this anymore. One way or another he would show Ginger that there was in fact a man on this very island that she could have for her very own.
He stood up from his table and walked out to where the three women had been working. He saw that Mrs. Howell and Mary Ann had left. Ginger was still there folding some laundry that had been taken off the line and placed in a basket. Perfect. He approached the starlet hoping he wouldn't lose his nerve. For one reason or another whenever she looked at him, he would often forget just what he was thinking or what he was going to say. Sometimes what he was doing completely slipped his mind when his eyes came in contact with her. Other times his hands became very shaky and he couldn't manage to get a coherent word out she flustered him that much.
"Ginger." He greeted.
She turned her head and glanced at him. "Oh hello Professor." She said as she folded a white sheet.
"I wish to speak with you about something." He continued. "It's very important."
"What is it?" Ginger asked placing the sheet aside.
"It's about Valentine's Day." The Professor answered. "As you know it is fast approaching."
Ginger nodded. "Yes I know. You looking for ideas on what to give me?" She asked with a smile. "Gilligan was looking for hints from Mary Ann earlier. And I think Skipper was asking Mr. Howell's advice." She said with a laugh. "It was rather sweet actually."
"No actually I wasn't looking for any ideas. I was thinking of doing something different." He replied.
"Different?" Ginger said puzzled as she carefully folded a shirt. "Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean." He said pulling her away from the table. Ginger was startled by the gesture but found the look in his baby blue eyes to be quite intoxicating. She looked at him wondering just what he was up to. "I know that you want something more. You are not going to be satisfied with receiving three gifts from us men. I know you want a special day of your own. I know you wish to spend it with…what I am trying to say Ginger is that I…I would like to spend Valentine's Day with you."
Ginger's green eyes went wide and she gasped. She was rendered speechless for a second or two before she found her voice. "You..you want to spend Valentine's Day with me?"
"Yes I do." The Professor answered. "I want it make it a special romantic day for you. I know that is what you really want. I am aware that you do appreciate the efforts of Skipper and Gilligan and myself in presenting you a present but it's not enough for you anymore. You always say that there are no men on this island…well I want to prove to you that there is."
Ginger smiled. "Professor I am aware you are a man. I am sorry if I ever implied that…I just meant that…you know I am used to having throngs of men around me. "
He gently touched her cheek. "Ginger my dear you don't need all those men. They don't care about you. They don't love you."
"You do?" Ginger asked her emerald eyes sparkling.
"I do." He confessed taking her hands in his. "It kills me when….I hate it when you turn the charm on with male visitors to the island. I know Ginger that you are just trying to help and do what you can to aid in us getting rescued but it doesn't make it sting less. I love you. You are too special to be used like that. You mean too much to me to allow you to be used as bait."
"Professor." Ginger said moving closer to him. "You really mean that?"
"With all my heart." He said placing his arms around her. "You are more than just an amazing beauty. You have a good heart. The biggest heart I have ever known."
Ginger giggled. "You think I'm an amazing beauty?"
"Most definitely." The Professor replied pulling her in close. "So what do you say? Would you like to spend Valentine's Day with me?"
"You want to be my Valentine?" Ginger asked grinning.
"I would love nothing more." He stated. "I want to show you that there is a man on this island who loves you and wants to take care of you."
"You want to be that man?" Ginger asked her heart pounding.
"Yes I do." Was the Professor's reply.
"Oh Professor." Ginger said throwing her arms around him and squeezing him tight. "You are so wonderful. I would love to spend Valentine's Day with you."
"You would?" He asked praying he didn't misinterpret her.
"I would." She affirmed as she let go. "I would love nothing more than to spend the most romantic day of the year with you."
"Then it's a date?" The Professor said.
"It's a date." Ginger said still beaming.