I take your arm and procede to the parking
lot. You ask if I want to drive but because I am a gentleman I wouldn't
dream of driving your car...after all, we just met. So I sit in the
passenger side and buckle up. You ask what I want to do but I don't
answer as I am completely taken with your pecs... "My, you work out
don't you?", I say with a slight grin. You suddenly have a vision of
cabbage that startles you out of whatever you were going to think.. You
counter my slick line of woo with this...
"Let's go see
a movie..."
"Let's go have
some dinner..."
