Ray does a flip.

So I meet this girl today.  You'd like her: big brown eyes, soft black-brown hair that seems to dance as the wind tousles it against her cheek, cute dimples that appear right as she begins to laugh. We locked eyes twice. The first time was by accident, but the second, the second was manufactured by me.

You know. Making sure I keep facing her direction, just in case she happens to glance over my way again. And when she does, man, I do my best Neil Patrick Harris grin and quickly glance down. After getting my milk tea, I sidle up to her table and introduce myself. What a beautiful smile. She's with friends, and they stop chatting to hear what's going on at this end of the table. I ask for her name. She smiles and answers before mumbling something else I can't hear. Voice like dark chocolate, with a hint of raspberries. And those dimples, man, they make me feel lightheaded. Before I can stop myself I blurt out, "Can I buy you boba sometime this week?" Her friends smile, and one is hiding a giggle. She-

Ray? Are you sleeping? Ugh. Today is Sunday, December 4, 2011, and Ray won't get to find out what happens if he keeps ninja sleeping like this. Go Raymond!