I wish Siri on my phone had the wisdom of a human observer, smart enough to gauge both the right moment, and the chance of success. But that would be cheating, having someone or something tell you when. Either ask her out, or don't, there is no try. Those hips, though, are in a league I've never played. It's all I can do to feign suave banter every Wednesday, when I go there, but the right threads are making it easier. Simple ones, like the black Khan undertunic capped off a genuine you always wear the coolest shirts. Whew, man, I can't see but for the stars around my eyes.