A few years ago when I was a sophomore in college I would always chat up the nerdy girl that worked at the local pizza place. She was always a little unkempt, had flour on her clothes and she constantly adjusted her glasses. Jackie had a very pretty face, wore no make up and was petite but just seemed uncomfortable in own skin. Over the course of a few months she began to recognize my voice when I placed my order over the phone and I would show up a few minutes early so we would have time to chat. One night I had had a few beers and was feeling brave so I asked her if she wanted to hang out after she got off work and she mulled it over for a bit but accepted. I gave her directions to my apartment and went home to have a few more beers and eat my dinner.