“I have to say that I did enjoy myself the other night. I was hoping that you would call earlier, but it wasn’t like I was hanging by my telephone. I’m not some silly little girl in high school that gossips to her friends and waits with girlish glee for the phone to ring. You really have no idea what kind of man I am. I like to take things to the extreme. It’s my way of shocking the woman that I’m with. That fear really does have a very profound effect on them. Scary movies or roller skating are some of the things that I have done to impress.” I kinda liked the way that he looked this morning like he had just rolled out of bed.
“I have dinner plans, but I’ll be there.” It was a little odd for him to make plans at 9:00 PM in the evening, but he did have my curiosity piqued. He told me that what I was wearing was perfectly fine and that there was no reason to dress up. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that he was a serial killer about to take me to some desolate location to get rid of the body.
“You’re not the only one that has dinner plans.” My heart sank, thinking that he was two-timing and playing the field. “My mother called this morning and now I’m obligated to make her dinner while my father’s out of town. I know that she’s going to ask to stay over, but I’m not sure that it’s a good idea for us to be under the same roof. We really do tend to get on each other’s nerves. I never was able to please her growing up. Everything that I did had to be perfect.” I was getting a better understanding of his psychology and the hold that his mother had on him.
“It’s nice to see a man caring for his mother. It shows that he can be devoted to one woman. It’s always a good sign when a man that I’m dating is close to his family. I do want you to know that it was hard for me to keep you waiting on pins and needles. I came very close to calling you an hour after I left you at the restaurant. I just thought that I owed it to women everywhere to give you a small taste of what we go through.” I knew that guys were stuck in the position of asking girls out. Our gender really didn’t have to do much of anything, unless we felt that the man was disinterested and had no idea that we were throwing the signals out to get his attention. I had been known to break down and do the impossible by asking a man out. I could see how that could be hard when rejection was a distinct possibility.
“It’s a little petty, but I think that I can look past this indiscretion. You need me to give you a real reason to trust me. Those girls said things about me and it can’t be easy to get that out of your head. It’s not who I am, but you really don’t know that. Taking thing slow is a good idea and it’s not like we are limited in how much time we spend together. I’m willing to wait and leave things in dry dock for the time being. Don’t be surprised if I get overly amorous by kissing you and touching you. If you were me, wouldn’t you want to take the risk of getting your face slapped?” It was definitely an interesting way for him to look at things.
“I’ve taken more than enough of your time. Not sleeping together convinces me to give you a chance. I want to see what you have up that sleeve of yours. I have to pick up a few more things and maybe we can walk together.” He nodded his head and we did spend another 10 minutes in the store. We talked about nothing in particular and separated at the cashier.
I had retrieved my own car and I could see that he was driving the Corvette that he had just finished signing on the dotted line. It had that new car smell and the metal was gleaming and had a few younger guys staring at it in a dreamlike fashion.
He was parked directly across from me and I could feel his eyes from behind. I bent over with my ass the only thing that he could see. I knew what I had and wasn’t above working it. This was the kind of jeans that would need the Jaws of Life to get out of. There was no wiggle room, but Sergio Valente really did know how to make clothes for women.
“I know what you’re looking at. I can set my watch to how easily it is to get you to look at me.” I turned quickly to see him looking into the sky and whistling like he wasn’t undressing me with his eyes. “You are that bad boy that always gets women to think that they can fix him. I’m beginning to think that I’m going to need protection.” I didn’t know that it was the slip of the tongue until his eyes rolled up and his fingers began to stroke the day-old growth of hair on his chin.
“I’m sure that you meant that in a different way. I relate something like that sexually. If we ever do get that far, I can assure you that I have taken care of that. I do believe that I have said too much or maybe not enough. I suppose it depends on your point of view.” I was playing a dangerous game. It was meant to keep the home fires burning, but it was also having an undesirable side effect of making me want to leap into his arms.