"Look, it's not that you guys are from the Midwest. It's that, well, you're guys."Jerry started to say something, then he stopped. One could almost ...see the gears in his mind turning. "You mean, she's a...lesbian?" He sounded incredulous at the thought.Tom smiled and nodded. "Now you see why you'll never get anywhere with her." He sat back and took a swig of his beer. "You guys need to learn the signs." Signs?"Tom nodded. "Look, she's a girl, right? And she's out walking a dog, right?" . Greg always regarded it as a lottery. He'd been fairly lucky in that lottery in the past few seasons. This year, he had two pilots already in production and had a stack of scripts on his desk for prospective shows. Getting through them would be more work than he wanted to think about.When he wasn't working, Megan crept into his thoughts. He thought about her far too often for his liking. He found himself chuckling again at her jokes and remembering little things like the way she'd cocked her. Jack figured the fairytale was just that - a fairytale, and there would be no chance of him actually becoming a girl like Francine. He knew in his heart he would be willing to die for his girlfriend, but he wasn't really willing to turn himself into a girl for her. But everyone knew magic was bunk and he might as well go along with her fantasy if it made her happy. He had a few choice words to tell her if he wound up wearing dresses for the rest of his life though.So she kissed him one last. ." he said quietly."French kiss, or soul kiss, now don't tell me you haven't heard of that?" Heard of it, sure! But never tried it. Ohmigod, Mrs. Barton ... wow!" You like? Remember that's for much later. Don't rush her." I had about six or eight boy friends in high school, Eric. One at a time. I was a faithful girlfriend, one at a time. But they are all lovely memories now. I hope your high school years produce memories like that, too."I'm behind a few, then." He said, ruefully."That's OK, it.