I don't know this man from a hole in the wall...without hesitation he said "sure"....We went up to my apartment. He notices all the artifacts on my wa...ls and begins to ask about my profession. Out of habit I blurt out that I'm a museum curator. "Coffee's done" I said placing the cups on the counter. He sat down next to me, we reached for the sugar at the same time. It was as if he was a magnet pulling me towards him. "I'll be right back I'm going to the bathroom"...In my bathroom I'm pacing and. Still, he couldn't resist leaning in closer, pressing their chests even closer together. He teased her some more just to prolong their contact. "So every time I tell a dumb-blonde joke, you're gonna tell me a dumb-tit-man joke?" Yep!" She was still maintaining a defiant stance and pose, but inside she was swooning and melting. Oh my God! Is he gonna kiss me? I think he might kiss me! What if he kisses me?! What should I do?! She was contemplating closing her eyes and puckering her lips.But all. No television. No chocolate. No ice cream. My eyes began to tear at the thought of no ice cream. I burst into tears when I thought of no ice cream and hot fudge with nuts and whipped cream. Oh Lord, get me out of here! I don’t know how long I mourned everything I had lost, but when I was finally through sobbing, I was exhausted. Stumbling over to the bed, I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke to someone shaking my shoulder lightly. ‘My lady,’ they whispered. I opened my eyes. Every room was filled with boxes waiting to be opened and sorted. One of the first things she sets up is her computer. no need in doing the rest of the house without music! of course she checks her email in hopes of receiving a message from any one of her many interested men. Sure enough, her friend Jon had sent her a message wishing her luck with her new house. She smiled and sent him a reply saying thank you and went on about her night.Sometime in the middle of the night, she was awakened by.