The receptionist situation has stabilised somewhat, and I'm trying to screw up the courage to ask her out. She's very funny, very pretty and very clever.
You see, in the past few months I've usually been the one who has been asked out; I've not really had to do an awful lot of work; its just been a case of:
She: "So, are you going to ask me out for dinner or what?"
Me: "Er, ok. Tomorrow night good for you?"
The problem comes when the potential date is not so forward. I run the conversation through in my mind, looking for possible pitfalls or man-traps. It goes thus: "How do I ascertain if she has a boyfriend? Will she think I'm a creep? Will she think I'm a lunatic stalker? Is it really worth it? Shall I go out for a beer with my friends instead?" At which point the thought process is derailed and like minded members of staff are gethered for a lunchtime raid on the pub.
Leaving, of course, the issue unresolved.
What to do, what to do?
