look.
“It was a man.”
“How long ago?”
“Seven months or so."
“And you haven’t been seeing anyone since.”
“I haven’t had the time,” she admitted. “But, enough about me. How about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
“This is our third date so I would say yes.”
“Not a date,” she said. “We ’ re neighbors having dinner. Any news on my car."
"I ’ m working on it. You know, I can always arrange to have Giles or another employee take you wherever you need to go."
"Thank you, but I sort of love driving. Besides, I might get used being chauffeured then what would happen after?"
"I ’ m certain we can come to some sort of arrangement."
"I don't want to intimidate my dates."
"I wouldn ’ t feel intimidated. I ’ m used to it."
“Okay, it ’ s apparent you ’ re going to dance around Sunday, so let’s get it out in the open,” she placed her utensils down and turned to look at him. “I find you extremely attractive. You have broad shoulders and an excellent physique. I could see that from your clothes. Beyond your scar, your face is symmetrical as is the rest of your body. I am attracted to you simply because you represent a fine specimen for procreation. And I am certain you know this from your litany of lovers.”
“Wow,” he said. “Why do I find you attractive?”
They were now looking at each other, the dinner forgotten.
“You just said you wanted kids and , I ’ m of perfect child bearing age. I have the appropriate ratio that tells you I could bear your children. Obviously you also find my external features appealing enough to engorge your boneless organ. It ’ s all anthropology.”
He gave a long hearty laugh.
“I thought you were a photographer, not an anthropologist.”
“I am a woman of many talents,” she said.
“When you say something like that, I ’ m not thinking childbearing,” he said. “What I am thinking may lead to childbearing, but childbearing is nowhere in my mind."
“Let’s not complicate being neighbors,” she said.
“I think you have me all wrong,” James said.
“What do you mean?”
“You ’ re thinking I just want to have sex with you and that ’ s it. It ’ s more than that. I like talking to you. And you ’ ve been, so far, quite candid and modern in your views on sexuality. I think taking the subtle approach would be rather i nsulting. And yes, you have, since we ’ ve met engorged my boneless organ."
It was her t urn to laugh. The words falling from his lips were comical.
“So no wining, dining and romancing then?”
“The dining we have down,” he said. “Forget about the wine, I would hate to think whatever happen between us was due to a Chardonnay rather than good old fashion chemistry. As for the romancing, there will be plenty of that.”
“So this is how the magic of James Monroe happens?”
“The invitation is usually the other way round,” he said.
“I see.”
“I ’ m thirty seven years old,” he said. “I haven’t felt this comfortable or this attracted to anyone in a long time. Four days is a drop in the bucket, but it does n’ t feel like we only met four days ago. So let’s get to know each other
“It was a man.”
“How long ago?”
“Seven months or so."
“And you haven’t been seeing anyone since.”
“I haven’t had the time,” she admitted. “But, enough about me. How about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
“This is our third date so I would say yes.”
“Not a date,” she said. “We ’ re neighbors having dinner. Any news on my car."
"I ’ m working on it. You know, I can always arrange to have Giles or another employee take you wherever you need to go."
"Thank you, but I sort of love driving. Besides, I might get used being chauffeured then what would happen after?"
"I ’ m certain we can come to some sort of arrangement."
"I don't want to intimidate my dates."
"I wouldn ’ t feel intimidated. I ’ m used to it."
“Okay, it ’ s apparent you ’ re going to dance around Sunday, so let’s get it out in the open,” she placed her utensils down and turned to look at him. “I find you extremely attractive. You have broad shoulders and an excellent physique. I could see that from your clothes. Beyond your scar, your face is symmetrical as is the rest of your body. I am attracted to you simply because you represent a fine specimen for procreation. And I am certain you know this from your litany of lovers.”
“Wow,” he said. “Why do I find you attractive?”
They were now looking at each other, the dinner forgotten.
“You just said you wanted kids and , I ’ m of perfect child bearing age. I have the appropriate ratio that tells you I could bear your children. Obviously you also find my external features appealing enough to engorge your boneless organ. It ’ s all anthropology.”
He gave a long hearty laugh.
“I thought you were a photographer, not an anthropologist.”
“I am a woman of many talents,” she said.
“When you say something like that, I ’ m not thinking childbearing,” he said. “What I am thinking may lead to childbearing, but childbearing is nowhere in my mind."
“Let’s not complicate being neighbors,” she said.
“I think you have me all wrong,” James said.
“What do you mean?”
“You ’ re thinking I just want to have sex with you and that ’ s it. It ’ s more than that. I like talking to you. And you ’ ve been, so far, quite candid and modern in your views on sexuality. I think taking the subtle approach would be rather i nsulting. And yes, you have, since we ’ ve met engorged my boneless organ."
It was her t urn to laugh. The words falling from his lips were comical.
“So no wining, dining and romancing then?”
“The dining we have down,” he said. “Forget about the wine, I would hate to think whatever happen between us was due to a Chardonnay rather than good old fashion chemistry. As for the romancing, there will be plenty of that.”
“So this is how the magic of James Monroe happens?”
“The invitation is usually the other way round,” he said.
“I see.”
“I ’ m thirty seven years old,” he said. “I haven’t felt this comfortable or this attracted to anyone in a long time. Four days is a drop in the bucket, but it does n’ t feel like we only met four days ago. So let’s get to know each other
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