You know where you want to arrive; it is a fine net you are spreading out.

"The funniest thing would be if, just as we had ended up watching MTV because nothing better was on, we flipped channels during a commercial and there it was. A NIGHT AT THE OPERA."

"Hilarious I'm sure." He has stopped smiling.

"Well..." Suddenly you get nervous, thinking maybe this guy is psychotic despite his outrageously fine looks, that maybe you shouldn't agree to something as dangerous as watching TV with him. Maybe you should just go home and work on your project.

"We could do it another time, of course. I could get your number..."

"I don't have a phone."

"Oh. Um, well...?"

"Do you have a car? Let's go."

"Right now?"

"We might miss the movie otherwise."