“I guess I got a low B not a high B in that class, because I spent so much time wondering about you; my mind wandering off from the lecture. The way your clothes fit, the questions you’d ask, the funny way you laugh when something’s funny. I waited until the last day of classes to ask you out. You know, so things wouldn’t be weird all semester if you said no. But you never showed that last day, and my heart sank to my boots and broke. If you see this, and know who I am, pink-booted 30-somethign brainiac in the social sciences, come looking for me near Mustang Sally’s on January 12th, for a chat and coffee date?” – Shy Guy on a Limb