Good Greek Girls Don't by Georgia Tsialtas

profiteroles. I think I am going to explode. I can’t believe the button on my pants hasn’t popped yet.
    â€˜So, now will you tell me how you got your hands on a purple rose?’
    During dinner we talked about everything under the sun. His family, his work, my family, our school years, our hobbies our bad habits … you name it, we talked about it and we laughed so hard I think they were ready to throw us out of the restaurant for disturbing the peace. But he still won’t tell me where he got the rose from. My curiosity is killing me.
    â€˜You can’t expect me to reveal all my secrets on our first date. What would we talk about on our, second date?’
    Oh, yeah, and he’s so sure that there is going to be a second, is he? I mean, I’m not going to say no, but how the hell can he be so confident? That grin on his face tells me that he is enjoying every moment of this.
    â€˜What makes you so sure that there is going to be a second date?’ I can tease. It’s my prerogative, but I hope there is going to be a second and a third and many more after that.
    â€˜You tell me, Des. Is there going to be a second date?’
    So the ball is in my court. Control has returned to me. It’s about time.
    â€˜Ask me at the end of the night. I have to think very seriously about this.’
    Chris had mentioned a second date during dinner and I told him the same thing. To ask me at the end of the night. This can’t be the end of the night. It’s only ten-thirty. The night has only just begun. I hope. What is he doing? He’s holding my hand. Fingers clasping mine. Intertwined. This feels wonderful. How can something so new feel so good? It can’t possibly last.
    â€˜Well, I think I know what the answer will be.’ He’s just so sure of himself. Maybe I should tease him a little here, bring him back to reality. Swift turn, am now facing Chris. Lips pursed, one hand on my hips, because he’s got such a firm grip on my other one.
    â€˜I’ll make you a deal then.’ I think my look should tell him I mean business. ‘You tell me how you got a purple rose and I’ll give you my answer.’ That’s a fair deal. A fair and mutual exchange of information.
    â€˜I’ll make you a better deal.’ Oh, God, he’s got me by the wrists. So close to him, so close I can feel his heart beating.
    â€˜What?’ What has happened to my voice? When did my larynx decide to go on holiday and leave me only with a squeal of a voice? Why am I having such difficulty breathing?
    â€˜Tell me your answer and I won’t chuck you in the lake.’ He wouldn’t dare. Hang on a minute, how the hell did I go from standing firmly in front of him to being swept up in his arms? Although I’m definitely getting a good feel of his biceps now that he’s got me in this position. Nice!
    â€˜You wouldn’t dare!’ Hands are clasped firmly around his neck. If I’m going in the water, he’s coming with me!
    â€˜Wouldn’t I?’ Oh, jeez, he’s moving closer to the edge. ‘Come on, Des. Answer me.’
    I can’t stop laughing. I must be insane. He’s threatening to throw me into Albert Park Lake in the middle of the night and I’m in hysterics. I hope my top is shrink proof. ‘Just remember whose car we’re going home in!’
    He’s swinging me around. He’s insane. I tighten my grip around his neck. He wouldn’t dare.
    â€˜I can deal with that. Answer me, Desi.’ Oh, hell, I think he’s serious.
    â€˜This is not the way to get the answer you want.’ I’m yelling but I’m laughing. Why can’t I be angry? I must be just as insane as he is. ‘Put me down, please.’ If my hair gets wet it will curl and frizz and all that time with my trusty GHD will have been in vain.
    He spins me around one last time and then lowers me down. Finally my feet