“I’d like to go out, but I have to go and buy an entire Tombstone pizza to eat by myself while watching an 8-episode marathon of the Shield.”
“Hey, listen. I was wondering if maybe you’d be up for going out about eight or nine times before one or the other of us decides that we’re both completely repulsive people and may need to end our own lives in order to get out of this thing without hurting feelings.”
“Maybe you could come over and adjust my stereo. My iPod is plugged into a dock, but I can’t find the proper balance between iPod output and dock output to play music without distortion. Baby.”
“I would be willing to accept a call from you, yes. Daylight hours, please.”