Great Inventors gave us amazing devices like Babbage’s numerator, Engineers like Isambard Kingdom Brunel constructed viaducts and bridges on a scale...that would have made the Pharaohs jealous and literary geniuses like Jayne Eyre and Jules Verne stole our hearts and took us to places beyond our imagination. Britannia ruled the waves and the sun never set on the British Empire. It was a golden era and for those of us in the upper classes one of boundless optimism. There was nothing that could not. "I uh, don't date," I managed to choke out."Why, not?" she asked, a pout distending those perfect lips."It just doesn't work out, it never has. And I don't think it ever will." I grabbed my stuff and started for her door. The cubicle wasn't that big, but she crossed the distance really quickly and slammed the door blocking my exit."I think we'd be good for each other. I've done my homework. We're both divorced. We're actually divorced for the same reason. We both had partners who were no where. He shook his head, running a hand through his short brown hair, his eyes sweeping down her sports bra and shorts. Damn, she looked really good. He was pretty sure she’d taken up Pilates or something, although he’d made it a point to avoid knowing what she got up to the last few months.He wished he could take back the last year, reset it back to when he could be the only one to run his hand into her hair, situate himself between her legs make her scream and tremble in pleasure. His humiliation. He had already asked all the other hippopotamuses for their opinions and it looked like a fairly even split with half of them favoring the use of hippopotamuses and the other half certain that hippopotami was the correct plural for their species of animal life in Africa.He was a little confused about using hippopotamuses or hippopotami but he was quite sure that they were in Africa because his mama told him so.His mama was never wrong.Unfortunately, she did not want to get into the discussion.