“Oh,” I said. I was about to tell her I had been joking but didn’t have the chance.“It also sounds exciting,” she added.Speechless. I was sp...echless.“Okay,” she said. “Let’s do it.” She jumped up. “This is going to be so cool!” she yipped.What I didn’t know then was that, every time we did something, she imagined telling her friends about it ... bragging ... impressing them with her worldliness. Of course she didn’t tell anybody about it. She couldn’t. She didn’t date and all her friends knew. Correct me if I'm wrong David, but I thought you no longer had a controlling interest in my love life?" I'm not trying to control you, I just thought-" Well stop thinking." Christine, you don't-" Don't say that! Don't say 'You don't know what you want,' I hate it when you say that." Alright, fine, I'll drop it. So," he said, switching gears without even a pause, "what is this about painting?"Christine hesitated. Almost any change of topic would have been welcome, but somehow she didn't feel. She could tell he was very pleased with how she looked and she felt the same. As Jason approached her table, her pulse started to race slightly and she noticed for the first time how sparkling his blue eyes were, with a very naughty glint. The conversation flowed easily, asking the usual sort of questions on first dates such as where they both worked, what they did in their spare time, until Cathy was suddenly taken off guard. “So Cathy what do you look for in a man in the bedroom?” Asked. She had no idea what was going down next. Eric seized Ariel’s tapered waist tightly, swinging her up and over his shoulder as he stood. Her voice called out to him as she clawed air. ‘Eric what are you doing? This isn’t you!’ Eric used his other arm like a giant restraint, wrapping it tightly around Ariel’s kicking legs. She was spazzing out, having realized her mistake too late. Her ex-fiancée sounded foreign and guttural to her as he commanded her to shut up, something he had never done.