Something along the lines of Milquetoast's predicament. In high school, I had a crush on a boy. His Dad came by to take us out for the day. They dropped me off back at home. I was being real cool and waved good by through the back of their station wagon window...which I could see close up, because his dad wasn't watching and had shut it electronically. I was jogging down the street behind the stationwagon, with my finger stuck in the back window. Yeah, yeah...ha ha ha...