I was walking down the street by the Lincoln Center when this man stopped me and asked if I would like to go to dinner. I'd just finished working with a beautiful infertile middle aged man who could only get off when he was being beaten and spat upon- but that's another story- anyway, I'd just finished working so I thought, 'a free meal, why not?' We dined at Fiorello's and then he took me to the movies, Broke Back Mountain of all things, just in case I didn't get the hint, and then he very surprisingly asked for my number. No sex offers, no objectifying, just, 'May I call you sometime?' I told him he could have my email address and if he was really interested, well then he would write and make it happen. Of course he never wrote again and I begin to wonder as I walk to my next appointment if I shouldn't have just given him my number outright but- Ah, enough of that; worrying about 'dates' isn't a sensible occupation for one such as me. I should have told him to 'disappear and never show your face before me again' but one does get up hope every once in a while for... Anyway, I'm at my next appointment... oh, look at who just answered the door. It seems he he had my number after all.
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