Clara wanted to enjoy this and not feel too cheap.
She wasn't about to give him a sultry "come hither" face -- not without cracking up anyway. That's right out. If anything, having fun with this would be a "meet cute" as she heard they sometimes say during movie production executive meetings. Audiences liked seeing couples meet in an unusual way that leads to their getting together. Clara always wanted a meet cute of her own, even if it was the most insincere thing she's ever done.
She snickered almost sadly to herself when she realized she ought to be calling it her "meat cute." So far her only plan was objectifying herself.
Well, if she was going to meet him, she'd better find him.
First, the internet stalking. According to his student account, his connected website appeared as his blog. http://dustinwhittacre.blogspot.com/. Ha. She didn't even need student access to get that prime stalking nugget. Of course this isn't some Al Qaida spy. He's just some nerd with internet access. May as well make it as obvious as possible.
Clara typed in the URL. Bingo. A list of his class schedule. This guy actually posts his class schedule on his blog. Clara surmised he must be a screaming wallflower.
Good. Now this debacle could be solved in the less-shame-filled sunlight. Easy. She just had to meet the guy and then get his or her clothes off.
Her mind sighed. Why was she doing this again?
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