Really? You'd think I'd have them falling over me in droves then, I put my feet in my mouth so regularly it's a wonder I don't have to be carted around to get anywhere.
And, uh, good. I mean, not good, I mean you're nice and all, but Aveline's, I mean...I seem to suddenly have enough trouble as it is, so that's just as well. And Aveline's...nice. Glad to hear you've got 'this guy', whoever he is.
...but why is it that my going to a shooting range and dinner with one woman is a date, and going to a movie with another one isn't? I swear there's some rulebook for this stuff that everyone's read but me.