I get that it's gimmicky, and that she'd see right through that. But I think she knows me well enough by now to see that I'm not just trying to get laid. Jesus, eight months before I ask her out for coffee. Obviously, sex is at the forefront of my mind, but it's just as obvious that I'm so shy that I take things way too slow.

Also, you've gotta admit that Nate's poem was funny. I may not know her well enough to know if that specific humour is up her alley, but thus far we've been quite compatible in that respect.