Um..." she stammered.Now I was the one to be confused. What had I done to scare her?She seemed to be fighting an internal battle, and she quieted down... Finally, she gave a look of resignation. "For some reason, I..." She looked sheepish. "I... don't seem to be able to do what I feel like doing." And what do you feel like doing?" I asked."Well, I wasn't too sure that I wanted to come to your apartment, for starters." You didn't?"She shook her head no, and looked down at her lap."Then why did you. (The use of wine – alcoholic wine – at the Communion service initially caused him some heart-searching when he first attended services at St. Mary's). He had been far too focussed in school and University to spend much time on anything else. He disappointed a number of young women when dates never developed beyond a chaste kiss at the end of the evening, because he was looking for someone special, someone who would make his heart beat faster and share his belief structure. He believed the. As she reached the table behind me, my question was answered....that's who the final glass was for I thought as she pulled up her chair after exchanging kisses with her close friends. I was stunned into silence until my friends began laughing, clearly noticing how enveloped I had become. I quickly sunk the rest of my pint and retired to the bar to gather my thoughts. By gather my thoughts I mean fantasize about the woman who had just entered. Fantasizing was about as far as it would go though I. As she was brainstorming commands for the new videos, she opened the first video again and watched it through, ostensibly for inspiration. She woke up a few minutes later feeling that infuriatingly familiar combination of hot, sexy, and empty. Intellectually, she knew that these feelings weren’t really hers, and that the video was making her feel that way.“It feels real though,” she whined, frustrated. Unable to concentrate, she decided that she needed to get out of the house for a bit to clear.