“Tom, I want to fall in love,” I said to my roommate.

“Girls will bring you nothing but pain, Jordan.”

“There’s just something about Jodi.” My heart melted at the thought of her, my mind drifting into a semi-erotic fantasy. “Seriously, dude. She’s different from the rest. I just know it.”

“Remember what happened last time? How that hot redhead made you look like a tool?”

Stacie was hot. He got that right. After pining over her for nearly three weeks, I found the courage to ask her out. Then God’s sense of humor showered down from the heavens in the variety of twelve inches of snow.

I answered the phone. “Hello.”

“Jordan, this is Stacie.”

“Hey.”

“Well, the weather outside is frightful-”

“-The fire inside delightful.”

“Wow, that could be a song or something.” Stacie laughed. “Well, anyway, since the weather is so frightful maybe we could do this some other time?”

“We could make a snowman. Or have a snowball fight.”

“Really, could we just do it some other time?”

I never talked to her again.