This is what she says: I don't want that kind of attention .

But this is what she does:

strolls into the student union wearing three scarves, boots with three inch heels and just enough Chanel to leave a trail. She is carrying an armful of of magazines and then sits down between unoccupied chairs to sort through them. This stack includes, but is not limited to Wired, Cosmopolitan, three crossword puzzle books and a copy of Playboy Nudes.

She strikes up several conversations and cuts several more down to size. She is always liberal with her praise and flattery, throwing around compliments like confetti and then wondering why people think it's a party.

Yes, this is the girl who tells me she doesn't know where all this unwanted affection comes from. I think she knows.