Jameson felt good, damn good. And he smelled good too. He’d just put on his lucky cologne. This was gonna be his night. He could just feel it. He admired himself in the mirror. You look good, my friend.

He heard a knock at the door. Morse code: Let me in, sex panther.

He opened the door, smiling. It was his night, after all. “What’s up, Paul?”

“Big date tonight, bro?” Paul asked.

“How’d you guess?”

“I could smell you in the hall,” Paul said. “Please tell me you finally bit the bullet and asked out that nymph lab partner of yours. What’s her name again?”

“Prandi,” Jameson said. “And, no, I’ve got a hot date tonight with Becca. Finally. What’s your recent obsession with Prandi anyway?”

“Come on, dude. She’s more repressed than a Baptist librarian. Mind if I ask her out? That’s one piñata I’d like to burst.”

Jameson decided not to let his friend ruin his special night. “Go ahead, call her. She’d never go out with an ass like you anyway. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a date with destiny.“