I loved it. A new kind of danger. The social inadequacy of using the wrong fork, would she be offended? Paper or cloth napkins? Beer or wine? I didn’t know her; I didn’t know anything about her that I didn’t obsess on, on the internet.

“Come in, please.” Breathy, warm….that scent again. I followed.

Wood everywhere. Nice wood too not that Formica stuff we had back home. Small piano, fish in designer bowls, a 30 foot view of the city behind tree’s. White walls, I stood there soaked it all in. Red sofa, nice throw rugs, she had taste. No talking just her leaning on the wall arms crossed watching me soak it all in. Was she impressed by what she had accomplished, I wondered?

“Can I take your jacket?”

“Sure, thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, anything to drink?”

“I’m not sure…..what do you got?”

“Some wine, very nice….South African if I’m not mistaken…..or El Presidente?”

I laughed out loud. Mexican beer. Carmen’s fave…..

“El Presidente it is….”

“I’ll be right back…”

I watched her go. Perfect ass…..long legs….maybe a little too thin but who was I to say…..her hair was that kind of movie theatre butter popcorn blond….curling and waving, she had a lot of clean living growing up, me I always felt like I got stuck at 19. She’s smiling still when she walks back. She placed the beer in my hand, no mug, ice cold, she motioned for me to sit with her on her nice plush sofa and I did.

She is significantly taller than I am. But it did not bug me. I liked looking up into her eyes. She was resting her arm on the sofa and kind of leaning on it gazing at me. I liked that she did that. It made me feel really wanted. I hadn’t felt that in a while.

“Thank you for coming…..I didn’t think you would call so soon.” Sunshine bright her smile.

“Me either, I guess I was curious.”

“About what?”

“About you, about why you would want to date someone who works in a supermarket.”