Speaking of nerve, Sarah is surprised to see none other than Mr. Cyr show up at the bar. He's kind of agitated -- acting a lot like Amber was acting with him earlier, actually -- and Sarah asks if everything is okay. "This is probably lame and sort of embarrassing for me," he says, "but I'm gonna say it. I... really like you..." She smiles. Naturally, one of her regulars interrupts a few times as Mr. Cyr blurts out the rest -- he's been thinking about her and she makes him laugh, etc. When the lush at the bar interrupts again, Sarah finally excuses herself and pours the guy a splashy double on the house. At the end of the bar, Mr. Cyr brushes the chalk off his shoulder. "I just sensed there was this connection," he rambles cutely when she returns. "Despite, uh..." Sarah: "What? That you fall asleep when you try to count to my age?" Ha! He says no, no, despite the fact that he teaches her daughter. "I have a daughter?" Sarah asks, smiling again. With his facial hair nearly in flames, Mr. Cyr goes for the gold. "So, I wanted to give you this," he says, pulling out a note. He says that he knows texting is the thing the kids are into these days, "but I think there's something more romantic about (gulp) pen and paper." All of this is said at the height of nerves, and Sarah is so enamored she can hardly take it. He tells her not to open it, now, but to follow the directions in the note. Dudes, it's a "Will You Go Out with Me? Yes/No/Maybe." Is it lame that I am charmed? I got only one of those in my life, in junior high, and I wish so badly I had saved it. I think I was too shy to even answer it and as I recall it was from a boy I had known since first grade. I just felt such a wave of guilt I had to go friend him on Facebook.

Speaking of guilt, Sarah has obviously lost her mind over this whole business, because she is now seeking the advice of Crosby who is doing some alleged repairs to his boat sink. Even he thinks it's crazy. "You're asking for MY advice," he says, thrilled. "This is so great! You never come to me." Sarah says, yes, there's a first for everything. "What's next?" she adds. "You asking ME for advice?" Apparently this is also a crazy idea, because Crosby laughs. Sarah finally tells him that she met someone, and he's great. "He's Amber's teacher, and um, he's kind of young..." she says. Crosby casually asks if he's legal. "Age? Yeah, he's 26," Sarah says, incredulous that he'd so flippantly ask if she was dating a teenager. "Gross!" Crosby doesn't see the probs. "Oh," he nods. "He's married." Sarah shakes her head, newly amazed at his stupidness. No, she says. "Then what are you asking me?" he wonders. Sarah is amazed that he can't see the subtlety of the situation, though this IS the man who introduced his own son to his fiancé as some kid he met in the reception area. "What about Amber? He's younger than Julia!" Sarah begins listing off all the obvious difficulties. "He's younger than me, by a lot!" Crosby sighs. "Look, you want to say yes," Crosby smirks. Sarah: "I do." Crosby: "If you wanna say no, you'd ask Dudley Do-Right or Judge Julia." Ha! Sarah asks if he doesn't think it's weird that she'd want to date this dude. "No way," Crosby shrugs. Sarah: "No rules!" Crosby: "I didn't read a rule book!" Crosby's so pleased at how well his advice is being taken, he suggests Sarah can even the score by um, accompanying him to tell his parents about Jabbar. She, also, refuses.