I was late to my science class when I was startled by the sound of books hitting the pavement. A girl walking the other way had slipped, dropped her entire load and was scrambling to pick them up. Without hesitation I started to help her gather them.
"Thank you," she said, "would you mind helping me carry them to class?"
"Where are you going?" I asked
"To the business building."
It was then I got my first good luck at her. She had a very petite frame with long flowing blonde hair and a perfect complexion. She could have been a model easily.
"Sorry, I can't," I responded bluntly.
A look of shock came over her and she paused for a second before speaking up and saying, "Why not?"
I pointed to the west and said, "I'm going to the science building, we are but crossing paths in the opposite direction."
I started to walk away and she started to walk with me, "Are you sure? These books are really heavy."
She was exaggerating, her load, while heavy, was manageable. If anything, she needed a book bag, not me.
"Yes, I'm sure."
I continued toward my class and she sprinted after me. After about 100 feet I looked back and said, "You're not used to being told no are you?"
She lowered her gaze and said, "Most guys trip over themselves to help me. Why not you?"
"Walk with me and I'll tell you." I let her catch up and we continued. "I'm sure most guys find you very attractive I said, but you're just not my type. I've never cared for the idea of the American standard of beauty. "
"What do you mean?"
I glanced back over at her, "You obviously work out and diet to maintain your figure. I'm sure most guys enjoy that, but I've always gone for healthier looking women. The two things I find most attractive in a woman are curves and personality. You seem to be short on both."
"I have personality," she exclaimed, "you just don't know me!"
"If you had personality you wouldn't be asking strange guys to carry your books. People with personality like to do things for themselves."
She got quiet. I started to feel bad about railing on her so hard. I realized I was letting my foul mood get the better half of me. "So you don't find me attractive at all," she said.
By this time we were right outside of my class. I turned and looked at her again and said, "Well, you do have a very pretty smile and very nice eyes. I never said you were hard on the eyes. Just about anyone would feel blessed to have you around."
She shook her hips lightly, put a slink in her voice and said, "So you do admit to being interested in me after all?"
I paused to kick myself for being generous. I quickly regrouped and said, "No, but you've admitted to being interested in me."
Once again shock came over her face, "How so?"
"Because we're at my class and yours is a full eight blocks in the other direction." I paused to point in the direction of the business building. "And you're still carrying your books."
I walked inside the building and never saw her again.