Gaging Capri Pants' Interest

I asked Capri Pants to go check out an art gallery with me last Saturday. On Friday, she called me:

Me: Hi, Capri Pants. What's up?
Her: Hi, Kaizen. How are you?
Me: Great! It's Friday and I just got off work. I'm about to meet up with some friends to hang out. So what's going on?
Her: Well, I'm just about to go into work and--
Me: Work? Boo! That's no fun.
Her: (giggles) I just wanted to tell you that they changed my work schedule so I have to work on Saturdays now and I can't go to the gallery with you tomorrow.

("Great," I think to myself, "she's trying to let me down easily...hoping I'll take the hint.")

Her: I don't have to work on Sunday, but I really need to study for school that day.

("She's trying to wall me out of her schedule. So this is what rejection feels like. Huh...maybe Dr. Glover is right...rejection doesn't hurt at all. Granted, I'm not jumping up and down in excitement, but it doesn't hurt.")

Me: Studying on Sunday? What are you thinking? Why don't you just have some fun and flunk out of school like I did?" (this is funny because I'm going to graduate school--I'm obviously not a moron)
Her: (Laughs) No I can't. I'm really far behind on school. I only have one free day every week. But I have next Sunday free. I'd really like to go to this gallery with you.

("Well, you can't get more obvious than that. That's a sign of high interest.")

Me: Next Sunday, huh? That could work. I'll have to check and get back to you on that.
Her: Okay.
Me: Well, it sounds like you need to get to work, so I'll let you go.
Her: All right.
Me: I'll call you later.
Her: Okay. Bye.
Me: Bye.