"Lorelai? Where are you tonight? Are you hearing the words I am saying?"

"Yes, Jason, I agree."

"Good, you agree that you are the most beautiful woman in this restaurant tonight. Could I convince you to take a spin on the dance floor so all these sad sack businessmen can spare a brief moment from their phones to behold the real leather clad lady that's in every man's dream?"

"This is about you."

"Yes, it is about me, winning the most beautiful trophy in all the land and lording it over all the losers here. Come on Barbarella, let's get our Deney Terrio on!"

"Did you just make a Dance Fever reference?"

"I'm trying my best to keep up with you."

"Well, full disclosure, I was a bigger Zmed fan myself. Hoped he would take on the show after his impressive Grease 2 showing, but alas, it wasn't meant to be."

Why were you staring at Dean like that?

Dean overheard Sookie and Lorelai talking. All he could think about during work and after work was that quick hushed (but not as hushed as they thought due to a lack of completed walls and lack of interior doors) conversation. Lorelai admitted nothing, but he'd been around Sookie enough to know that she never challenged Lorelai unless she, Sookie, was 100 percent correct. Wish Sookie hadn't suggested date night with that Jason guy. What were they doing right now? Lucky bastard, spending time with her, listening to her tell some entertaining story and getting to gaze at her...

My life is so lame. I'm dreaming about a fake relationship with a woman who would never date me. Even IF she was LOOKING looking at me today, so what? She apparently has some rich boyfriend who attends Friday night dinners, hell, for all I know, they're going to get engaged. That guy is going to have a life with this amazing, smart, cool, goddess, and he probably doesn't appreciate her the way I do. Does he know how she likes her pizza? Tacos? Brownie sundaes? Does he listen to music from different genres and decades? Does he like the Bangles? Does he hate the Offspring? Would he camp out in Dublin waiting to see Bono? I would camp out with her for as long as it took for her to meet Bono. Lorelai doesn't care about Mercedes and whatever business-y things he does. That Max guy had a modest teacher's salary and she almost married him. Ugh. I need to go for a run.

Dean hits the streets of Stars Hollow for a head-clearing run. He had to burn off the nervous energy building up inside him. It was a little colder than he liked, but at 11:45 pm it would at least be peaceful since most of the town retired to bed at 9.

Lorelai's windows fogged up. She was fuming mad. She left Jason's place angry. Poor guy, he didn't even do anything wrong. Her head was elsewhere, and when he called her on it she unleashed a tirade about the inn and it's demands, the fact that she hadn't spoken to her daughter in days, and now he was demanding that she placate his wounded ego? Not fair, he wasn't demanding anything. She was being a jerk. A jerk who couldn't stop daydreaming about a certain construction worker who didn't have a gray beard. Far from gray years. A construction worker who listened to her inane babbling, had taut abs, who was so tall that she could wear her tallest of tall JImmy Choos, who was so handsome that she now felt flutters in her stomach every time they saw one another…

As she rounded the corner to her street, she noticed a runner. Why on earth would someone be running at this time in this chilly weather when there were chenille blankets and downy soft pillows to be enjoyed?

Dean saw the familiar headlights and he realised he was on their street. He threw her a casual wave.

Lorelai pulled into the driveway and vacated the Jeep.

"Hey Dean, a little late for a run?"

"Hey Lorelai, yeah, but I'm working up an appetite for Al's special tomorrow morning, a salute to Guatemala."

"Oh Dean, have I taught you nothing? You don't work up an appetite by exercising, you do that by eating mass quantities of junk food. Processed food, food with colors that don't occur in nature. Well, ha, hm, goodnight. Be safe."

"Thanks Lorelai, I'll be careful. Goodnight."

He ran away from the prettiest woman in Stars Hollow, but not before taking a mental picture of those legs in hot pink heels and some scandalous looking hot pink leather dress peeking out from her unbuttoned coat.

She scrambled inside hoping he wouldn't see the difficulty she experienced walking away from his toned athletic build, obvious through the thin layer of polyester blue he was sporting. Lorelai checked out his ass, (oh my god, or omg, what was she thinking) his broad shoulders, and sighed against the door once inside. Jesus Gilmore, you aren't 16. This isn't sweet.