I'd love to get to know you more. Maybe we can have coffee sometime.
Barking up the wrong tree. A year and a half later I find out that I didn't get anywhere with him because, well, he's straight. Well, um, how was I supposed to know. I should feel better about this news (as in, it wasn't me), but instead I just feel awkward and depressed. Yes, Virginia, there are straight boys in San Francisco.