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.

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.

Welllllll, okay. I still think you should casually ask him if he wants to go grab a coffee with you.

Well, to be fair, Music Store Guy's appeal really stems from the banter and the charm and the niceness.

Boys are scary. The things that a guy has to do to convince me he likes me would have us married in some states.

Yes! Totally!

Or he could just say something.

Yes! You betcha!!!

But why would he? Girls are scary.

Yes! Right on....hey! Wait a minute....

ION, my massage was great, but has left me slimy. I can't stand it any longer. Must shower.

Well, to be fair, Music Store Guy's appeal really stems from the banter and the charm and the niceness.

Which can totally happen over coffee. IJS.

I think you should casually ask you if he wants to grab you, but that's just me.

September is a long way a way. You don't want to miss your window.

I'm scaring you, aren't I?

Even if he doesn't like coffee, he'll suggest an alternative if he's interested. ("I'm allergic to caffeine because it makes my eyes swell up and fall out, but I really like smoothies. There's a Jamba Juice right next to the local Starbucks, we could walk there together...?" "Oh, man, a smoothie sounds great!" "Would you like to take your clothes off and dance with me?" et cetera... ETA That this is a single conversation, not a possible list of alternatives, which is what it looks like.)

Hee!

Well, maybe I will think of a cd that I need over the weekend and see where it takes me. He also chopped up and punched my frequent buyer card so I could keep it with my Serenity keychain and I wouldn't lose it again. I've got something up to $17.50 half priced.

Aww, be that girl! C'mon!! Do it for those of us who always do the asking out, man! (Thing #43 that sucks about being a lesbian: There is no one who is "supposed" to ask the other person out, thus causing much confusion, unless you are in a supersuperbutch/femme relationship.)

Also, in other news (pardon, as I reach for allcaps, because it's that important)

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I AM A FUCKING SLOB OH MY JESUS.

Why, you ask? Becuase I THREW OUT MY FUCKING PLANE TICKETS. MY IRREPLACEABLE, PAPER ROUND THE WORLD PLANE TICKETS. And I didn't even NOTICE until this morning when I was trying to find them to photocopy them at work. And couldn't find them anywhere.

Meanwhile, I hadn't taken out the trash all week. So I start emptying it. And lo and behold, halfway down, there are my fucking tickets. OH MY GOD. I would have to SHOOT MYSELF if I had actually thrown them out!!!

Pardon me while I start gibbering and weeping from relief.