Not me. I want a man. Preferably in college, but at least a senior in high school. And I've found my target for the summer. He's seventeen and totally yummy. Plus, he thinks I'm cute. What more could I ask for? Maybe for the guy I'm assigned to work with for the summer not to hate me. Not that I care what he thinks of me he's a mere boy. Except, I sort of think I do care. No matter. I can forget him. If only I could stop noticing his smile. If only I didn't have to spend all day every day with him. If only I could remember I don't go after guys who don't like me.
