People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it's one less minute you haven't lived. Are you ever going to ask me out? You flirt with me. You act like you like me a little. You show up here, with a friend, not a date. I mean, ever? You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are incredibly interesting. You're definitely girlfriend material. I, however, can't do commitment, and I don't want to pretend to you that I can.