That's what I had to do with Rebecca. He won't be the first boy to be scared of a beautiful, talented girl. I don't know why you think girls have a mo...opoly on being scared of the opposite sex. Us boys are just as terrified. He's not afraid of you exactly; he just doesn't think he measures up. He's smart, good at sports, but you are up there under the lights onstage. I imagine he has his pick of girls at school. You have to show him that he does measure up. I'm sure there are long, drawn out. We pushed back because we knew that we shouldn’t go any further there. Hell, her husband was not twenty feet from us in another room. I asked if she could get away early some day soon, and we could get a room. She told me she’d call me later and we’d figure it out. As I left, I noticed I had a large wet spot on the front of my pants.She called me a couple of hours later and said she’d made up a story about going to visit her mother to help with some house work, so she’d be able to leave about. I had just got home from work and entering the foyer of the apartmentbuilding from the underground garage I went to my post box. I collectedmy post and noted amongst the envelopes was one from "Blush". It wasafter the closing date of the competition. I went into the elevator andheard someone calling for me to hold the elevator. It was a woman wholived on the same floor as me. Her name was Patricia and I fancied herbut not had the courage to ask her out on a date and also because of anincident.. This entailed about an hour drive on a county road. And of course I started late and was stuck in a long line of cars behind a slow moving truck. To my utter amazement I arrived five minutes before the scheduled hour. I scanned the parking lot to see if I could get a glimpse of a woman that I had only seen a picture of. Not seeing anyone I slowly walked to the entrance and pushed the door open. The hostess greeted me and told her I was going to the bar. I scanned the bar hoping I would.