Cube 5 Continued 3

Those options are available, but not at all cool. This girl does not at all say "I really love the nerds, or send in the nerds.?
Now that I given you some history, you probably want to know what was different about today.
When coming to or leaving for work Cube 5 has to walk by my cubicle. When I go take a break or go make some copies I get to walk by her cubicle. Now, to most this would be such a big deal. But to me OH Yeah, huge big, HUGE BIG deal. Okay enough of huge big. One of my goals this year was to read more for pleasure. It has only been the last year or so that I have enjoyed reading for pleasure. To help me obtain this goal I keep a book to read at work. I will read on breaks and sometimes during my lunch. I happen to be reading one of those spy, espionage, military, blow 'em, shoot 'em up type books. Unfortunately, I reached a very, shall we say, hard time to put the book down part when I started my break. On my way to the break room I opened up to my current page and started reading even before I left my cube. When I started reading I was instantly taken to the cockpit of Capt. Riley's F-16. I was his ghost pilot, mimicking every move he made in his small cockpit as he sliced and diced through hostile air. Trying to escape a fiery death that was sure to be his.
It was at this moment that I ran smack dab into Cube 5. I had hit her with such force (I'm so big and strong...not) the I had thrown her back about 5 feet. Of course she was on her backside sprawled out, legs, arms, and papers flying every where. I had also knocked myself back a step or two.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you up." She graciously took my extended hands and I helped her up. She started brushing herself off and making sure nothing was broken, hurt, or ripped. We both bent down and started collecting the paper avalanche that I had caused.
"Will you go out with me this Friday night? I'll pay." I blurted out. I was stunned. Never in my pathetic little life had I made such a bold invitation. It came without bidding. After that I was speechless. The damage had been done. Not only had I freight trained the current girl of my dreams I asked her out on a date.
This invitation and the thoughts that followed happened in a matter of microseconds. She looked at me a moment, "Ahhhh, you don't expect me to out with you and pay do you? Or do you always go dutch on dates?
"No, no it's just a that ahh...I mean that aaaa I...no, I will pay. Sorry, I'll pay. I...ah...don't go dutch on dates. Unless, you want to."