Susan walked up to me in the "quad" at Cal State Fullerton, midway through my senior year... "I have a friend that I want you to date," she said. "Allie is a beautiful woman who guys ignore because of her 'tiny titties.' She's only an A-cup on a university campus of girls that are stacked."
"And you want her to date me?" I asked. "Like her tits are the main feature? That's shallow!"
"You've dated small chested women before," Susan responded. "You're interested in a quality woman, for a relationship. Not a 'booby queen' to screw."
"True, but what would Allie think of why you are setting us up?" I asked. "What are her interests? What is she majoring in? I know she is intelligent or she would not be a university student. but what about the rest of her?"
"She just moved here when her dad was transferred from Minneapolis," Susan said. "Didn't your mom grow up there? She went to U of M, after graduating from a private Christian high school."
"Minnehaha?" I asked. "My mom went there."
"That's it!" Susan said. "Small world!"
"Does she like church? Music? Baseball? The beach? Photography? Travel?" I asked. "Do we have things in common?"
"Yes, to all," Susan responded. "And neither of you are virgins anymore, though neither of you have had much bedroom action-from what you both have told me. Allie has only had two partners. You claim three."
I blushed.
