The beau and the belle

"A 24-year-old law student at Tulane, Beau was as mysterious to me as second base (both in baseball and in the bedroom). He was older. Intimidating. Hot. Boys my age had chicken legs and chubby cheeks. Beau had calloused hands and a jaw cut from steel. Our interactions were scarce -- mostly involving slight stalking on my end -- and yet deep down, I desperately hoped he saw me as more of a potential lover than a lovesick loser. Turns out, I was fooling myself. My fragile ego learned that lesson the hard way. Now, ten years later, we're both back in New Orleans, and guess who suddenly can't take his eyes off little ol' me."--Back cover.