I danced around the diners at the college cafeteria and spotted my target. She was cute. And I wanted to ask her to the skate party. Her eyes widened an inch and her foot moved toward me as I approached. “Hey,” I said. “Hello,” she answered, her voice sultry. I’d repeated the words in my head one dozen times, but here’s how they came out. “Are you going to the skating party?” “No,” she said. She set a hand on the table, opening her posture. “Oh.” My arms pulled in tight again