When Jenna got back to her apartment, all she wanted to do was take a shower, have a sandwich, and go to bed. Unfortunately, fate was against her. She had just settled into the couch, prepared to enjoy a turkey sandwich, when she heard someone pounding on her door.
    "Jenna, I know you're home!" a familiar voice rang out. "Let me in, or you're gonna have to get a new door!"
    With a sigh, Jenna unlocked her door and let Kristy in. "Sheesh, you're persistent," she muttered, going back to her nice soft couch and her nice, thick turkey sandwich.
    "Call me curious," Kristy replied, flopping on the other end of the couch. "You can't just tell me a little tidbit about your date and not expect me to want to know more!"
    "Why?" Jenna challenged. "It's my life. I don't have to tell you everything."
    "Maybe I just want to live vicariously through you. I haven't been on a date in nearly a year."
    "I give up," Jenna sighed. "You want the details? Here." She launched into a full, detailed description of the night, including how Greg looked in his jeans and T-shirt, and how it felt to ride the motorcycle behind him.
    "You are so lucky," Kristy concluded. "Do you know how many women fantasize about riding that motorcycle with him?"
    "Probably quite a few."
    "That's understating it just a bit. Jenna, that man is sex incarnate! And you're telling me all you did was have dinner and dance? And only one close dance?"
    "Yup."
    "Girl, you're crazy." Kristy flopped back on the couch and ran her fingers through her short blond hair. "I'd have taken one look at him when he came to the door and not let him leave the apartment till the next morning."
    Jenna threw a small pillow at Kristy. "You're evil."
    "So? It's true." She stuck the pillow behind her back. "And all you did was dance." She shook her head.
    "Kristy, this may come as a shock to you, but I don't want to sleep with Greg. He's a nice guy, and I had a nice time, and that's it."
    "You're nuts." Kristy sighed, leaned back, and then looked sideways at Jenna. "If you don't want him, can I have him?"
    Jenna collapsed into a fit of giggles, Kristy joining in. "I don't think he's mine to give," Jenna gasped out after the worst of the giggles had passed. "But hey, if you want him, he's yours. Well, after this Friday."
    "You have a second date? And you didn't tell me?" Kristy dug the pillow out from behind her and threw it back at Jenna.
    "It's not really a date..."
    "That's what you said about last weekend."
    Jenna rolled her eyes. "And I'm sticking to my story."
    "So what are you doing this Friday?" Kristy waggled her eyebrows at Jenna.
    "Going to a concert. He was going to go with his brother but his brother bailed so he asked me instead."
    "What concert?"
    "Garth Brooks," Jenna replied quietly, taking a huge bite of her sandwich.
    "Garth Brooks. Greg is taking you to a concert that has been sold out for months, and you act like it's nothing. Jenna, what is wrong with you? This guy is gorgeous, sexy, he can dance, he's romantic, and he likes you."
    "Why does there have to be something wrong with me? Just because I don't jump into bed with him? Maybe I want something more out of a relationship than just sex."
    "It's not that," Kristy said. "It's the fact that you don't even seem interested in him. Don't you even like him a little?"
    "Well..."
    "Aha! You do like him! I knew it!" Kristy exclaimed triumphantly.
    "Maybe just a little," Jenna admitted.
    "So why don't you want to admit that you went on a date?"
    "Because...I don't know," she sighed. "My track record with guys isn't that spectacular. I just don't want to get my hopes up, I guess."
    "Oh. Sounds reasonable...sort of. Maybe you should stop being reasonable, though. Take a chance. Who knows, Greg could be 'the one'," Kristy mused.
    "Maybe. I don't know." Jenna blew air through her teeth. "Okay, fine, I'll do it. I'll take a chance. Friday, if he tries to kiss me, I won't duck into my apartment like I did last Friday."
    "He tried to kiss you?!?" Kristy squealed. "And you didn't let him? More importantly, you didn't tell me?"
    Jenna laughed and ducked as another pillow flew her way.