My comic book guy has the worst hairpiece ever, routinely doesn't do up his fly, and has been playing THE SAME ALBUM FOR OVER A YEAR.

I must look elsewhere.

My comic-book guy is cute, geeky, funny, a yellow-dog democrat, and drives the same kind of car I do.

Surely it's a match made in heaven.

So ask him to go see Batman Begins with you, and go for coffee after.

Batman Begins on IMAX.

Note to self: See if any NYCistas want to see Batman Begins on IMAX with me the weekend after it opens, since I'll suddenly be moved there and all.

Second note to self: From now on, make your notes to self in places yourself is likely to ever read again.

has been playing THE SAME ALBUM FOR OVER A YEAR.

Oooh! And mine plays cool music, too. Sometimes weird shit, but sometimes cool.

So ask him to go see Batman Begins with you, and go for coffee after.

I am pathologically, *physically* terrified of rejection. So....no.

Present it as a geeky thing: "Man, I really want to see Batman Begins on IMAX, but none of my friends want to pay the extra dollars for the extra screen space..."

It's called "the wussy way." My preferred choice.

Teppy, he totally luuuuuuuurves you. He so does.

ita, if you ever in this lifetime head up north to visit, the Bayistas can take you on a comic book store tour. I don't recall any staff who look provocateuse-worthy (though of course it's hard to tell because they're always wearing shirts and shoes and usually dry, though many of them do look fetching in glasses), but for the most part they have decent hygeine, a distinct lack of either wigs or combovers, and cool (and varied) music. Come up here, we'll shop around.

I had a pleasant few minutes of daydreaming on the way home in which I oh-so-casually asked Music Store Guy if he wanted to grab a coffee.

But alas, I'm not that girl.

Present it as a geeky thing: "Man, I really want to see Batman Begins on IMAX, but none of my friends want to pay the extra dollars for the extra screen space..."

I could do that much and let it dangle. I can't follow through and say, "Wanna go?" I just can't.

A good therapist, no matter how good, can only fix me so much. Some things are unfixable.

ita, if you ever in this lifetime head up north to visit

Why does your sentence have an if, JZ?

I could do that much and let it dangle. I can't follow through and say, "Wanna go?" I just can't.

So go ahead and do that much. Chances are good he'll say, "I would TOTALLY see it on IMAX. Wanna go?" and if he doesn't, well, you have merely expressed an IMAX-related thought and nothing more. No specific offer made, thus no specific rejection to fear.

Perkins, it has an "if" because ita and the Miracleborns and Robin and all other LAistas who are not ND, Sean or Kat and Lori, all talk a good game about coming up to the Bay Area sometime, but I have ceased to believe it will ever happen. That "if" is the "if" of sorrowful defeat.