“My friend introduced me to this hunky guy at a club. We wound up going out a few days later. He’s an awesome dancer and easy to talk to,” said Tori, and eighteen year-old high school senior in suburban So Cal.

“How did it go?” I asked.

“It was cool. We went to a different club in Hollywood, grabbed a late-night snack at Jerry’s, then over to his apartment.”

“You must like the guy, doing the apartment thing on the first date.”

“He’s a hottie! Six-foot two; chiseled features; tanned and blond. Plus he has a cool car and an apartment with an incredible view.”

“So it’s getting serious?”

“Nah . . . not really.”

I was surprised, “Really? It sounds like you got into him very quickly.”

“I liked him, and I liked being seen with him; but I’m looking for more.
He seems kind of shallow.”

“How old is he?”

“Twenty-two. He’s a junior in college and works part-time.”

“Must be a nice job to pay for all that stuff.”

“His parents help him out. Hey, don’t get me wrong; he’s quite a catch, but I feel weird about going out with him. He asked me out for this weekend, but I told him I was busy. I’m not sure what to do if he calls. Whaddya think?”

“Well, as someone who is a little bit older and, on rare occasions, wiser, than you,   I’d say that you should trust your intuition. If you have a hunch that he’s not right for you, go with it.”

“Yeah, but he’s funny, good-looking and has money to spend on me!” Tori chuckled.

 “Oh, I forgot, it’s all about you, isn’t it?”

 “Got that right!”

 “So what did you do at his apartment? Did you, you know?”

 “It was late, and I was all wrapped up in the being cool and being ‘adult’. I didn’t drink, but I felt myself pulled by the music, his hard body, the moonlight and the fact that his roommate wasn’t home. Of course, being twenty-two, he had a few beers, but he wasn’t drunk. Good thing, cuz he drove; and if he got busted for a DUI, my parents would kill me!”
  
“So?”
 
“So, we put on some music, sat on the couch and before you know it, we’re kissing and it gets pretty intense after that.” She looked down at the floor.
  
 “Did you have sex?”

 “No! What kind of girl do you think I am? I’m not some kind of ho!”

 “Chill girl. I’m sorry, just curious.”