Jim looked at the text he got from Bree.  He didn't understand women and probably never would.  Thanks for everything.  Did that include the kisses?  He didn't know, it seemed to, but then she called him a great guy.  Great guy.  Those are friend words.  Things you say to a boy when you don't want to upset them that you don't think of them as dating material.  Of course, what exactly was he hoping the text would say.  That she had fallen hopelessly in love with him and wanted to run off into the sunset.  Well, okay, that would have been nice, but realistically, no.  Jim just really wanted to know if he had a shot with Bree and the text said yes...and no.<br/><br/>Undaunted...well a little daunted...he prepared for the dinner.  Stopping by the wine shop, he picked up a decent bottle of sauvignon.  Fairly versatile, he hoped it would go with the dinner.  Finally at about quarter 'till, he stood in front of Bree's door.  He knew he was early, but it wasn't his fault that traffic was actually light for once.  Not wanted to look stupid standing there, he rang the bell and waited.