You were at a University of Michigan party, sitting alone, since your best friend had gone off to get high somewhere, and you weren't into that. You were on your phone, texting your parents, telling them that you were in your dorm, doing homework. You were lying, of course, but your parents didn't have to know that. Music was blasting, and you hoped that your parents wouldn't call you, because you couldn't lie over the phone.

You watched a group of guys dancing across the room, the one in the middle jumping up and down screaming along to the lyrics of some song you had never heard before. You weren't much of a party person but this group of guys, especially the one in the middle, made you want to be. Not only did he seem to be having the time of his life, he was incredibly cute, and he looked like he was an athlete of some sort. You guessed that he played either football or hockey based on his build.

You then catch his eye, and he says something to his friends, and then he starts to walk over to you. All of the sudden, you're looking at your outfit, checking to make sure you look ok, and then he's looking at you. You adjust your position on the couch, making room for him if he wants to sit down next to you

"Hey," he says, almost yelling over the blaring music. You smile up on him, and then you look behind him to see all of his friends watching the two of you intently. A smile crosses your face as you look at his friends, all of them looking very excited that he was talking to you. "Um, you're really pretty," he says, very awkwardly. It was sweet, and it gave you the slightest bit of butterflies. He was so cute.