“Wait,” I say, voice closer to pleading than I’d like. “Can I get your number or take you out sometime?” “Seriously?” “Uhh…” “I don’t think so.” She takes a step and so do I. “Why not?” I ask. “I don’t date.” “Ever?” “Not since the last dozen attempts.” “Because none of them could get you off?” I ask quietly. Her face flushes. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I told you that.” “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
