relative privacy. Anyway, she liked this guy and they were getting on great to
the point of arranging a second date. Next thing yer man says to her, as he stands up, ‘Just wait there one minute. I need you to meet someone else.’ So he leaves her sitting there, and
she’s suddenly wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Next thing he arrives back with another woman, both of them grinning from ear to ear.”
“Oh no!”
“Yer man says, ‘I need to introduce you to my wife.’ This woman thought she has him all figured out, until he explains that his wife is dying of cancer and he needs her
blessing on his new relationship. Apparently the wife encouraged him to go online and she picked out a selection of possibilities for him.”
“What a control freak! I mean I feel sorry for her but she obviously wanted control beyond the grave. God, there are nutters online all right.”
“You’re telling me. You and I don’t need to be online. The only reason why we are is we couldn’t be bothered trawling the club scene. But some people have a strange
attitude.”
I nodded, then I decided to broach an issue that had been niggling at me since meeting him last night. “Ray, I’ve just noticed you never use my name when you speak. Not on the phone
or in person. Why’s that?”
At this, he blushed from the top of his lemon polo shirt to his hairline. “I … I wasn’t aware of it. They say people use someone else’s name a lot when they want to
establish intimacy quickly. I’m not like that. I’m shy in lots of ways and I’m not contrived enough to effect intimacy.” Then, brightening, he launched into jesting with:
“Katey … Kitty-Kate … Hey Katie … Isn’t that a song? Hey Katie?” Jumping off his stool, he went to an iPod on a facing counter and scrolled through until he
found what he was looking for. After replacing the iPod in the docking system, he extended his hand towards me. I put mine in his, and he pulled me gently off my bar stool and pirouetted me around
before drawing me close to dance. In tune with the rhythm of Josh Kelley’s “Hey Katie”, we twirled and jived, albeit a little awkwardly, until the song had finished and he began
gently caressing my neck with his fingers, before kissing my cheek sensuously. As the next track set a slower pace, I felt myself being swept away by a throbbing and an aching in my pelvis. His
mouth searched mine and I responded eagerly, arching my back as my breasts thrust forward, moulding into his body. Taking my hand he led me to a downstairs bedroom, all the while keeping his
smouldering eyes hypnotically locked on mine. Hold on a minute – what was I about to do?
“Ray, I can’t do this. I’ve never just jumped into bed with a man.”
He sat with me on the side of the bed, kissing me. “Of course you’re not. And I wouldn’t dream of pressurising you into something. I’m besotted by you, Kate. I know you
feel the same way. I feel as if I’ve suddenly met the soul mate I’ve been aching to meet all my life.”
“We do have a connection …” I gazed into his earnest eyes.
“Exactly. We can talk about anything and we share the same values. I want you to be part of my life, Kate. I’m sorry there was a misunderstanding about this.” He waved his hand
around the bedroom. “It’s just some women play a game based on ‘the rules’ and I respect people who are spontaneous and don’t follow that stuff.”
“What rules are they exactly?”
“Apparently it’s based on some dating book. Women are told not to sleep with a man until after the third date – you know, play a game of being hard to get. If you ask me,
it’s very disingenuous because when two people want to be together they’re going to have sex some time. Look forget about it. You and I are different. I know you’re not playing
games.” He smiled and pecked me gently on the cheek. “You smell good.”
Maybe he was right. After all I’d been
the point of arranging a second date. Next thing yer man says to her, as he stands up, ‘Just wait there one minute. I need you to meet someone else.’ So he leaves her sitting there, and
she’s suddenly wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Next thing he arrives back with another woman, both of them grinning from ear to ear.”
“Oh no!”
“Yer man says, ‘I need to introduce you to my wife.’ This woman thought she has him all figured out, until he explains that his wife is dying of cancer and he needs her
blessing on his new relationship. Apparently the wife encouraged him to go online and she picked out a selection of possibilities for him.”
“What a control freak! I mean I feel sorry for her but she obviously wanted control beyond the grave. God, there are nutters online all right.”
“You’re telling me. You and I don’t need to be online. The only reason why we are is we couldn’t be bothered trawling the club scene. But some people have a strange
attitude.”
I nodded, then I decided to broach an issue that had been niggling at me since meeting him last night. “Ray, I’ve just noticed you never use my name when you speak. Not on the phone
or in person. Why’s that?”
At this, he blushed from the top of his lemon polo shirt to his hairline. “I … I wasn’t aware of it. They say people use someone else’s name a lot when they want to
establish intimacy quickly. I’m not like that. I’m shy in lots of ways and I’m not contrived enough to effect intimacy.” Then, brightening, he launched into jesting with:
“Katey … Kitty-Kate … Hey Katie … Isn’t that a song? Hey Katie?” Jumping off his stool, he went to an iPod on a facing counter and scrolled through until he
found what he was looking for. After replacing the iPod in the docking system, he extended his hand towards me. I put mine in his, and he pulled me gently off my bar stool and pirouetted me around
before drawing me close to dance. In tune with the rhythm of Josh Kelley’s “Hey Katie”, we twirled and jived, albeit a little awkwardly, until the song had finished and he began
gently caressing my neck with his fingers, before kissing my cheek sensuously. As the next track set a slower pace, I felt myself being swept away by a throbbing and an aching in my pelvis. His
mouth searched mine and I responded eagerly, arching my back as my breasts thrust forward, moulding into his body. Taking my hand he led me to a downstairs bedroom, all the while keeping his
smouldering eyes hypnotically locked on mine. Hold on a minute – what was I about to do?
“Ray, I can’t do this. I’ve never just jumped into bed with a man.”
He sat with me on the side of the bed, kissing me. “Of course you’re not. And I wouldn’t dream of pressurising you into something. I’m besotted by you, Kate. I know you
feel the same way. I feel as if I’ve suddenly met the soul mate I’ve been aching to meet all my life.”
“We do have a connection …” I gazed into his earnest eyes.
“Exactly. We can talk about anything and we share the same values. I want you to be part of my life, Kate. I’m sorry there was a misunderstanding about this.” He waved his hand
around the bedroom. “It’s just some women play a game based on ‘the rules’ and I respect people who are spontaneous and don’t follow that stuff.”
“What rules are they exactly?”
“Apparently it’s based on some dating book. Women are told not to sleep with a man until after the third date – you know, play a game of being hard to get. If you ask me,
it’s very disingenuous because when two people want to be together they’re going to have sex some time. Look forget about it. You and I are different. I know you’re not playing
games.” He smiled and pecked me gently on the cheek. “You smell good.”
Maybe he was right. After all I’d been
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