“Are you going to finish those.”

“Help yourself.”

“So.”

“So what.”

“So what do you think of me now that we’ve met in person?”

“So, what do I think of you?”

“What do you think of me?”

“Uh – I don’t know how to…where do you start?”

“What do you like about me?”

“I like your voice, that’s first. I like the way it gives attention to even mundane things. There’s something relaxing about it, but it’s weighty, important. It’s like…it’s like melted chocolate with authority. It’s the first thing I noticed.”

“The first thing?”

“I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t turned on by you. I like your sense of style, you’re hair. You’re body. I like the way you smell. You know, I haven’t had the opportunity to touch or to…to taste you yet, but I think I can safely say I enjoy all of your sensory outputs.

“Do you have plans to touch or taste me anytime soon?”

“Well, the saying goes God laughs when man makes plans.

But if I were to touch or taste you, it would be a very good night.”