Ask about 'Playing Doctor'.

You inch a little closer. "So, I'll cut to the chase. What are my odds?"

"Slim."

_Ouch. _The smile falls off your face, but you're not getting an air of hostility from her. She's just being blunt. You decide to push the point. "Why slim?"

"You're average looking at best and you got me one lousy beer. I'm no slut."

"Never said you were. I just wanted to know where I stood. Slim isn't 'no.'"

Diane smirked. "That's the spirit. That sounds like you have a plan. Something that really impresses me. It better not be a huge dick, cuz I mean... that's a lame one. It doesn't hurt your case when you got your foot in the door but..."

"So you're looking for something special, huh?"

The notebook immediately comes to mind, but you can't exactly just tell her the truth... could you?