They met on a web site called Hook Ups 'R Us and then rendezvoused in a bar named Time Out. And the moment seemed truly ripe for the taking. The only question, of course, was when.
“I'm really hot for you,” she said as she nibbled delicately on the little shrimp.
“And I for you, my dear,” he muttered as he swept the sweet peas around his plate.
“The only question is when,” she said as she took another sip of that red, red wine.
“Yes, when, why, of course, “he replied, all dry mouthed with delight.
So they each got their datebooks out and began to work on their itinerary.
“How does next Tuesday look?” she asked before calling out for another red hot sausage.
“No, that's my tennis lesson. Plus our contract's up for reevaluation that very week.”
“So maybe the following Monday around sundown?”
“No, then it'll be soccer with the kids.”
On and on, they evaluated their schedules but could not find an opening in a year's time. And when the bellhop came round for the dishes they knew it was time. No points of return. So she blew him under the table and called it a day. The waiter noticed as he watched them walk away that they were one dollar short of their correct change. Then there was only the cleanup to follow. Closing time after all.
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