"Millard Fillmore, huh? Cool name. I once had a virtual chihuahua named William Taft," you say.

 This comment doesn't generate the excitement you hoped, but hey, she's still talking to you, right? That makes this the most romantic encounter of the school year so far.

 "You've got to help me find him, he hasn't taken his Allegra!"

 You and Sandi-- for that is the name enbroidered on her fanny pack-- take to the halls, shouting "Millard Fillmore!" at the top of your lungs.

 After a half hour of this, you are surprised by a tall blond guy who comes jumping out of a dorm room.

 "Millard Fillmore, our 23rd President?" he asks, flashing a set of perfect teeth. "The author of the Compromise of 1950? The New York state comptroller who ran for office on the Know-Nothing ticket? The only elected President not re-nominated by his party?"

 Uh-oh. Cock-block. You'd better do something...

If you throw caution to the wind and invite her back to your room, click here.

 

If you decide making a move now would make you look desperate, wait for a better opportunity.