WWKD?

I don't know what it is, maybe I'm just like the faux grad student version of a "Night at the Roxbury" guy, but I always, always, always seem to run game on random girls I meet at coffee shops. Bars? Clubs? Heavens no -- way too nerve wracking. Coffee shops is where I do my best work.

That goes for doing research papers on Angola as well. I've been working on this bad boy -- explain the entire history and geopolitics of Angola in ten pages or less -- piece for about three months now, and I'm about to hangola myself. I had to leave work early today so I could focus, and I came to my favorite coffee shop in Austin, Spider House.

About four hours in, after I'd gotten tons of solid work done, a cutie McTutie rolls up, laptop in hand, looking for a place to sit.

An extra seat at my table, with an outlet right next to me -- the coffee shop equivalent of having a lighter on you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked. "I need a place to plug in my laptop."

"By all means." Nice, Billy.

She sits down. I thank the gods of hot girls in low top Chucks. Cutie, Mc, Tutie.

And then it gets weird.

It's clear that she's a UT student from the get go -- I mean, who carries a stack of library books on Kabbala and Hinduism for fun -- but I'm thinking 22, 21, maybe 20, at the lowest. Maybe 19 and a half.

And then, in the course of converasation, I found out something I don't want to hear: the year she graduated from high school.

2009.

I graduated from high school in 2002.

This makes her officially my little sister's age.

A dilemma, indeed.

I have a friend, his name is Kyle, who would not find this to be problematic at all. So I email him, for self assurance, and write the question "WWKD?" in the subject line, in which I lay out the entire scenario.

Kyle texts me within minutes.


Get the #, invite her out to do something this weekend, be vague until u have a good idea, obviously can't invite her to a bar, hahahaha.
Perrrrrrfect age


I then text Garland, my little sister, proud member of the Class of '09. I ask her if it's weird, what I'm contemplating, which is continuing to run game on a girl who probably doesn't remember the band Bush.


Yes.


I respond:


I disagree.


I'm going with Kyle's advice. Will let you know how it goes.