I don't know if the mix CDs were responsible, but I didn't get the girl. I still wonder, does the collection of songs I gave her paint an accurate picture of this would-be Casanova? Probably. There's certainly such a thing as overexposure, and I'd bathed myself in floodlights. So from this point on, I'm retiring from the humiliating art of wooing girls with music. Lesson learned.
I'm just wondering if a couple years from now I'll be riding in a friend's car and hear the Postal Service doing "Against All Odds." Chances are good, I fear.
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