Miss Singlespeed continued

So i was sleeping off the hangover that Campy and i drummed up, when i got this text message

Mr. Fixie, if you're as sweet & sexy as yur ride I'd be up for coffee. Could do Fri around 3pm? {her name}

so i said

Coffee sounds delightful:) meet in the courtyard 3pm fri?

and so she said

Mmmm... How 'bout Waves on Hastings & Richards

and so i said

sounds good:)

Thing is, while i am definitely as sweet as my whip, i am almost certainly no where near as sexy. On the continuum of sexyness my bike falls just north of here. Hopefully she means sexy in a more metaphysical sense. Like the ability to do good sexing? which i might have a better shot at.