So," he said as we turned onto the main road, the muffler rattling, "I've been thinking."<br />"Yeah?"<br />He nodded. "You really need to go out with me." <br />I blinked. "I'm sorry?"<br />"You know. You, me. A restaurant or movie. Together." He glanced over, shifting gears. "Maybe it's a new concept for you? If so, I'll be happy to walk you through it."<br />"You want to take me to a movie?" I asked.<br />"Well, not really," he said. "What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I though saying that might scare you off.