I thought it might please the forumers if i related a QC related anecdote that happened to me recently. Like all the best stories this one is about a girl. The most beautiful, gracile bellesprit i have ever encountered. I was a classic example of an indie guy. i was unable to build up the courage to talk to her despite her generally amiable and approachable nature and the reassurance from several mutual friends that we had a lot in common. We would have been extremely close had i only more courage. This situation went on for some weeks, my infatuation for this lady of lily hand, this seraphim, this glorious golden beacon of the greatest that humanity has to offer increased with every passing day, yet try as i might i could never find the right moment to introduce myself. The overwhelming desire to be with this girl was equaled only by the fear and trepidation of what would happen if my love was unrequited. Then i read the Will/Penelope ark. I was struck with an epiphany, a whole new world, a new way of thinking was opened up to me. Where there was once shadow, light shone fourth, illuminating a world to which my eyes had previously been blind. I saw that Will, a character very similar to myself was able to overcome his fear and talk to Penelope, i thought to myself, if Will can do it, then maybe i can too. The very next day i walked up to my object of amorous inclinations and introduced myself. The conversation was slightly awkward, as all conversations are with a person you have met for the first time. however soon this passed and we enjoyed a wonderful long conversation. we have talked regularly since then and today i finally built up the courage to ask her out, i had just finished explaining just why the greek myths are simultaneously the most beautiful and the most disturbing works of fiction ever to be committed to paper and just how beautiful i thought the story of Orpheus and Eurydice was. I looked her deeply in the eyes and told her exactly how i felt, she looked back, her glorious hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight of a glorious spring day (i live in australia). She slowly lent forward, her rosy lips parted slightly, she took a long protracted breath, the tension and anticipation in the air was palpable. The wind in her lungs danced past her vocal chords carrying her message across to my waiting ear.
"No."
She then walked away, leaving me despondent and alone.
The moral of the story: if i ever meet Jeph Jacques i'm going to kick him in the shin.