Dear Annie: Six months ago, I met the girl of my dreams at a restaurant that I frequent several times a week. I was eating lunch there long before she started serving, but the first day I saw her, I began sitting in her section. The problem is, every time she comes by, my tongue gets frozen, my voice changes, the words don’t come out right or I say something stupid.
Dear Annie for Sept. 29, 2010
Older gentlemen should leave college waitresses alone