Saturday Night

Dennis dressed carefully in a navy sweater and khaki pants. He didn't want to appear too casual, but he definitely didn't want to be overdressed. That was one

of the essential rules of dating. Or at least according to GQ, a magazine he normally wouldn't read. However, one weekend, he found himself alone and not in the

mood for studying; definitely a rare moment. When boredom set in, he picked up a copy of Mark's GQ and began to thumb through it, suddenly finding interest in a

ridiculous article about dating in the 80's. Every absurd suggestion made him laugh, but the more he read, the more interesting it became.

Now he stared at himself in the mirror, hoping he would make a good impression on this woman. Although honestly, he had no idea why he cared. It was bound to be

a disaster; as was every date he went on.

Still, if going with this woman would make him realize just how important his education was in relation to finding the "woman of his dreams", then it was all

worth it. Anything to avoid another humiliating incident like the one he'd experienced in class with Professor Noble.

But no matter.

In just a few hours, this dreaded date would be over and he would be free to resume his life.

A glance at his watch told him that he'd better hurry. He'd made dinner reservations at one of the most elite restaurants in town; The Italian Riviera.

When he'd called to make the reservations, he couldn't help but get the feeling that the maître'd thought he was a prankster.

But he couldn't really blame the man. After all, what in the world would a college kid be doing making a dinner reservation at such an exclusive restaurant? The

maître'd probably assumed that the Burger Barn would be a more appropriate place for a young student to take a girl on a date.

He smirked at the thought. The maître'd might know the trends of the college kids at Yale University, but he definitely didn't know Dennis Reed.

(An Hour Later)

He pulled his car into the parking space, trying to ignore the nervous feeling that entered his chest. This was ridiculous! It was just a silly date! And a blind date at

that! So why was he so apprehensive?

He got out of the car and headed into the large women's dorm. His hand shook slightly as he glanced at the room number that he'd written on the small piece of

paper that was now worn from repeated folding and unfolding; Definitely a sign of nervousness.

As he neared Betsy's dorm room, his nervousness increased and when he arrived at the door, he had the most ridiculous urge to turn around and go back home.

Instead he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Coming!" called a woman's voice in the distance.

Within seconds, the door was opened.

"Hi! You must be Dennis! I'm Betsy. Mark's told me so much about you. Won't you come in?" She said.

But Dennis could only stare... transfixed at the sight before him. Mark had been completely wrong about this woman! She wasn't attractive at all.

She was stunning...