When we finally reached our seats, Elle’s mother began to take off her coat. “I’m going to go get some food from the concession stand. Can I get...you guys anything?” she asked us. “No thanks. I think we’re okay,” Elle answered. “I’ll go with you, hun.” Elle’s Dad offered. Elle’s Mom handed her coat to me and I set it in my lap. “Could you hold onto this dear?” She asked me. “No problem,” I answered. Elle’s parents then began the climb up to the concession stand in the upper stands leaving Elle. I arrived first, and even though he was a few minutes late, I still knew he would come. He arrived, and we had our first physical meeting. He shook my hand, and we had the best lunch I can remember. There was no lag in conversation, and I didn’t do all the talking. I seem to be overly talkative when I am extremely nervous. We learned the most important parts about each other that first dates seem to be curious about. We were so engrossed in each other that the lunch hour passed immediately and. HELL NO. You know Beth almost as well as I do. Do you really think she could do something like that?” I was mad as hell that he could suggest such a thing.“No, I don’t. But what can the issue be?”“I don’t f ... fricken know. But she sure as hell is going to tell me when she gets home!”Paul started roaming around the room to clean up the damage I’d done.“Paul, leave it. She needs to see I’m pissed as hell, and I don’t want to recreate it in front of her.”“So, what can I do, Nate?”“Bro, you’ve. Her figure was so similar to my mother and now the scent of bread in my house and an erection that just wouldn’t fade. “I must be one sick bastard,” I thought as I continued to the kitchen.Yet my mind did drift to a college lecture concerning Pavlov’s dog in which a Russian researcher learned that sometimes the smallest trigger can produce a result in our brain. In my case I had realized during that lecture that I was indeed triggered by the scent of a woman but had not connected it with.