Dessert
We’ll have dessert.
What was this, our third maybe fourth real date? If you count that time I was near her office and invited her to a taco lunch, this would definitely be the fifth.
Personally she hooked me after date number two. I came away from the first date with a few questions. Was she always like this? So open and direct. More importantly, was she like this with all men or was it me? I could admit it: I was in a place where I wanted to feel special. I had spent a lot of time trying to make others feel special and I wanted to know what it felt like. But just like the saying goes “Wanting and receiving are two different things”.
She seemed really into me. She asked a million questions on a million different topics. After each answer she would respond as if I had asked the question of her.
“I’ve had this job for eight years.”
“I’d love to see Paris!”
“I have fish, I’m allergic to animal hair.”
“I hate peas.”
“My parents died when I was young.”
It was a near perfect first date and after the second I knew. I wanted to spend time with this woman. We fit. Our quirks blended well. She didn’t know anything about Star Trek and I knew absolutely nothing about Love and Hip Hop. Even that it was a thing. At least she had heard of Star Trek.
So there we were on our forth or fifth date eating quietly. I tasted her fish. She had some of my chicken. Before we got to dessert she paused and put her utensils down and looked at me.
After Dinner, Dessert
“Would you be offended if we spent the night together?”
I nearly choked on my asparagus. I emptied my water glass. The waiter had witnessed my struggle and rushed right over to refill it. I thanked him with a nod.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
“Yes, I’m fine. You caught me a little off guard.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What makes you think I’m offended?”
“Well, I know some men like to think that it’s their idea. That they are so charming that no woman can resist them. Some men get offended when a woman is too aggressive. I feel like we have a really strong connection and I would like to have sex with you.”
My smile must have been all the yes she needed. She smiled back but she kept on talking.
She said “I want you to know that wear an undergarment to hold in my fat. This is a weave. You can touch it but don’t tug too hard. I haven’t had a pedicure in a couple of weeks. The polish on my big toe is chipped. Other than that I am what you see.”
It wasn’t intentional. Maybe subconsciously the thought slowly took over my brain. I found myself looking at her breasts. Staring at them. She noticed my eye-line and my childish attempt to look away when caught. With the boldness of a warrior, she took them in her hands and gave them a lift.
“Oh yes, they’re very real,” she said with a sly smile.
“In that case” I said, “we should take our dessert with us.”
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