"Not at all?"
"Not even a little. There's something wrong with his expression. I think it's his chin, or his... face."
Aaron was holding up a magazine with a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio on the front. He slapped it down on the table. "There is something fundamentally wrong with you. Every human girl is in love with Leo."
"Not this one." Shelly raised an eyebrow.
"Okay okay. How about Brad Pitt?" He held up another magazine with a blond, tanned, shirtless man, sporting a boyish grin.
"How fake is that tan?" Shelly grimaced in disgust.
Aaron sighed and rubbed his head. "How are we going to find you a man if you can't even crush on the Brad Pitt, a man who has twice been voted as Time Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive? Hmm? Okay I have one more, so really try this time. Imagine him looking into your eyes. Feel your heart beat a little faster, maybe skip a beat. He's looking at you and he likes what he sees. There's no way you can resist..." He whips out another magazine. "Orlando Bloom! Smokin' good looks, those chocolate brown eyes would melt a heart of stone."
Shelly looked into Orlando's "chocolate brown" eyes. She tried to imagine him sweeping her into his arms, leaning in to kiss her. It spilled out of her mouth before she could stop it: "He looks gay. Is he gay?"
Aaron groaned. "I don't know, but I'm beginning to think you are."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I don't think the celebrity pictures are working."
Aaron's face turned serious. "I'm sorry. You're right. I have a better idea. Come to my house tonight for 7:00."
Shelly raised her eyebrows.
Aaron laughed. "No, nothing like that. You failed lesson one, so we're going back to lesson zero. You'll see. Bring some popcorn."
Shelly frowned, curious, but got up to go to class. An idea stopped her. "Hey."
Aaron looked up.
"If you're so into romance and stuff, why don't you have a girlfriend?"
He grinned. "That, sweetheart, is none of your business."