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.

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.

Oh sweetie. You should be that girl. C'mon, it's only coffee.

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

Well, then do that much. I really really think you should.

Oh, my suggestion is all about the dangle. And you sigh afterwards. Fetchingly.

Lilty, regress to the second grade. Ask a friend to ask him for you while you watch mortified from another part of the store.

Oh, wait, that's terrible advice. But the Teppy thing, I stand by that.

And if he says "Oh, man, I'd totally like to see it on IMAX!" but doesn't actually say the "Wanna go?" you HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO suggest it yourself. At that point, he's said "yes" to your implicit invite but is as terrified of rejection as you are. Because he's me. Only not literally.

Oh sweetie. You should be that girl. C'mon, it's only coffee

I would, but, you know, what if he doesn't like coffee? If we can stay in a holding pattern until September, then I can use Serenity as the dangle. I might be able to manage the dangle.

Boys are scary. The things that a guy has to do to convince me he likes me would have us married in some states. Or he could just say something. But why would he? Girls are scary.

I've had nice comic book guys, but no attractive ones, I don't think. And the nice ones aren't the ones that stand out. Repeat-o-music guy does, as does the one who pulled my phone number from the files and called me at home, all casual-like. Girls didn't scare him, it seems, not even his wife.