Why could I not speak? You're not so unique. My eyes stayed on the floor. I make a little suggestion before I pop the question but I was far too out my face. I was out my face. "It's the first time in ages I've actually had the guts to ask but I'm feeling particularly confident tonight, if you know what I mean. But that's the thing - you don't know what I mean. The reason I fancy you in the first place is the same reason we'll no get on, 'cause you're just no into it. I mean you're cute and you're innocent and you're nice and that but you barely even drink." No meeting was I granted but now the seed's been planted and now you're in the know. Too steaming to impress; not a no, not quite a yes. You ask if that's okay. I suppose it's okay.