Too Cute For Luke

Chapter 1: Dicey Situation

Luke and Lorelai's relationship is sailing along at a fast clip. They're engaged, in love, and living together in her house. Rory is still attending Yale. Luke's college friend, Dicey, has checked into the inn for a week. Lorelai is intrigued by his unusual past relationship with her. Will she wake up some buried fantasy of Luke's? How will Lorelai fit into Luke and Dicey's past experiences?

"She's so cute! Cute, cute, cute!" Lorelai exclaimed, as she entered the near empty diner during a rare late morning lull.

"Yep, that she is." Luke agreed.

"She's Marylou Retton! No, Kathy Rigby!" Lorelai quipped. "We're skipping right over the simile, and going for the metaphor. She is the bug's ear!"

"Yep, she's a real Knut." Luke chimed.

"Yes, cute Knut! But, baby Knut, not the grown up 600 pound Knut. He's just scary." She smiled as she plopped herself on the bar stool, elbows on the counter. So, she was your college girlfriend?" Lorelai asked.

"Oh, boy. Here we go." Luke rolled his eyes.

"No, strangely, I'm not jealous. Normally I would be of one of your old girlfriends. But, she's just too cute to be jealous of. When she checked into the inn this morning, I kept thinking that she's a Cupie doll. Also, she's not really your type. Did I mention she is cute?" Lorelai asked.

"You mentioned. And, no, she was not exactly my girlfriend," he answered gruffly, pouring her some coffee into a to-go cup. "And, what do you mean cute is not my type? All my girlfriends were cute."

"No, not really. Take me, Rachel, and Nicole. Yes, we're all attractive, feminine. Some would even say we're pretty, and, in my particular case, delightful. But as a whole, we are not cute. Luke Danes has a type, and cute is not it."

He nodded, getting the distinction.

"So what do you mean 'not exactly' your girlfriend?" she asked. "You dated, though, right?"

"Well, we didn't exactly date." He blushed.

"Whoa, hold the phones. Was she your loooovvvver?" She exaggerated the word, relishing his embarrassment.

"Lorelai, I can't get into this right now," he evaded, looking self-consciously at the customers seated across the diner.

"Ha! She was your lover. Tell me! Was it a torrid, smoky hot affair, and you left her broken hearted to backpack through Europe alone?" she asked, eager for all the details.

"No, nothing like that at all. What we had was casual. Um, very casual," he blinked. "We never really went out anywhere. It was more like we visited each other's apartments periodically, usually late at night, and only for an hour or two."

"Luke! You had a fuck buddy?" She stared, open mouthed.

"Aw, did you have to put it that way?" He winced.

"Ha! This is so intriguing. I would never have guessed you had it in you. Wow! I must say, I am impressed," she gushed.

"Why are you so impressed? It was a long time ago. I was in college. It was the eighties."

"Because you're so….intense. So…monogamous. So…Luke," she had a hard time explaining.

"Don't you have an inn to tend to?" he asked, handing her the cup, and a small bag of donuts.

"Oh, yeah.I'd better go. Thanks." She took the cup and kissed him quickly on the lips. As she pulled away, she teased, "But don't think for one minute that I'm going to let this go. I want all the juicy details, tonight!"

"I bet you do," he grumbled.

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To be continued.