Allison was sure. This time it was love. Roger was the perfect guy.

He was romantic.

On their first date he gave her a rose when she answered the door. Then another when she got in the car. At the restaurant, three waiters brought more roses. It was that way the entire night, until eventually when they got back to her place she had a dozen, beautiful, fragrant, long-stemmed red roses.

He was patient.

When Binky, her chihuahua, ate too much chocolate and had to go to Hound Hospital, Roger completely understood when she cancelled their date for the NCAA playoffs… that night… in less than two hours.

Now, he’d invited her to his place for a “very special” date tonight. So, this was THE night. Tonight she’d share her “gift” with him: She was “saving” herself and abstaining from sex until she was married to Mr. Right… and her Mr. Right was her Roger-kins.
She picked up her keys.
“I wonder what he’s doing right now,” she thought as she headed for Roger’s, humming a happy tune.