Do you remember that girl?

“What girl?”

The one you were interested in at Abby Junior.

“Again, what girl at Abby Junior? I was interested in a lot of girls in high school.”

The one from your grade 8 cooking class.

^groan “Could you be more specific? I was the only guy in the class!”

You know the one I’m talking about. The pretty one.

“Okay, look this is getting tiresome. Which pretty one?”

Lisa.

“Oooohhh. Lisa. Yeah, I remember her. Why?”

You had a huge crush on her.

“We had a huge crush. Remember, you’re me.”

Okay. And that brings me to my main point.

“There’s a point to all this?”

Yes.

“Will you be getting to it some time today?”

Not if you’re going to be rude about it.

“Okay. I’m sorry. Please, enlighten me.”

That’s better. I was just wondering, why didn’t you ask her out?

“Well, 1) I was terminally shy in junior high, and 2) she was dating someone.”

Oh. I just figured you didn’t think she’d date someone who talks to himself. So, what you think about this?