She could admit it readily; she was quite choosy when it came to dealing with members of the opposite sex. She was well aware of their unworthiness; they weren't nearly up to her needed expectations, not even close to being good enough for her. So was there really a reason in searching? No, she'd long since been tired of the sport. Let the boys drool over her beauty, her intelligence, her remarkable personality! She was fine, just fine.
She knew all their types: the jocks, the nerds, etc; some with the fascinating ability to turn on the charm the second she walked into the room, others severely lacking this particular talent. She knew what they were all like, and she was bored with them, severely bored. They didn't appeal to her in any way.
This had led her to make a decision: to never let herself be drawn to a boy that way. It was sign of weakness, and she was far from weak. She was her own symbol of strength, independence.
She didn't need anybody except herself.
So why was it now that she was feeling this way?
Attractive? In a way, not flamboyantly striking, just cute, not the type to strut about, parading his looks. Charming? Hardly; rather quiet and shy, reclusive around others. Intelligent? Yes, but with grades plummeting from sheer apathy.
But he had something none of the others did.
He could make music that would make you fall to your knees.
And she hasn't been able to stand since.