We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Buddy! You don't ask a girl if you can see her boobs. You take her out to dinner and make sure she has some wine, and you talk as if you're interested in every word she says, and you touch her hand only once during dinner, a light touch, and you tell her the candle light makes her face so soft and pretty. Then you pay the bill and help her with her chair and lightly touch her back as you guide her out of the restuarant to the car. Open the back door and help her in and the slide in next to her and put your hand on the back of her neck, the other beneath her chin and give her a soft kiss with just barely open lips and then she can change that and if she does throw her down and have car sex. It'll be great and you can glance at her boobs if you want. That's how you do it.