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pleasure, right?  Well, I don’t think this is pleasurable.  It’s just…I don’t know, stupid.  Like I’m dancing for you.  Like I’m singing for you, just for your amusement.”
    “So you’re saying no?  You’re quitting,” he said, quite obsessive about the yes/no thing and his victory.
    “No, darling.  I am not quitting.  The answer is still yes, but not to this.”
    “Well, that’s not fair!  You can’t cheat…”
    I started giggling, which only seemed to provoke him.  “But Mr. Brody,” I said with a smile.  “Don’t you understand the technicality?  You didn’t ask me for sex at all.  So I haven’t the option to say yes.  You only outsourced me to other lovers.  That, my friend, is very lazy.”
    “Fine, you got me,” he said, shaking his head and getting the point.  “Let me take you home.”
    “I don’t need a ride.  I can take the bus.”
    “So you are going back?”
    “Maybe I do want a normal life,” I said, turning just my face to him, but keeping my body turned, and my hand on the doorknob.  “But sometimes saying yes is about saying yes to more than just sex.  Maybe the next time I’m inclined to say yes, someone will ask me to marry him.  Ever thought of that?”
    Brody threw a hissy fit but I kept walking.  I was so excited.  I felt I had graduated and finally learned something worthwhile, even if the mission was going to come to an end. 
    But of course, things don’t always work out as planned, do they?
    The next man I met was truly a welcome change from my previous list of men who didn’t respect me.  Alan Brandt was a wonderful man, and the kind of guy I used to want to date, before any of this madness happened.  He was almost, what you might call, out of my league.  A fireman, a hero, and someone who was brave in battle, brave in life, and even brave in relationships.  He stood strong without “testing me.”
    “And what makes you think you’re my type at all?” I asked him.
    “You know, it really doesn’t matter,” he said with a long smile.  “I have nothing to prove.  I think you’re attractive.  I think we might have things in common.  But a girl saying no to a guy is really not the end of the world.”  He took a drink over our brunch, a casual date with no expectations or rules. 
    He was a drop dead handsome man, with a burly frame, a movie star face, and eyes that almost seemed fatherly.  His brown hair was short but thick and his face was layered with depth, being a man in his early forties.  He was sensitive without being a whiner.  Strong without anything to prove or any strategy for hopping into bed.
    “I’ve been there, done that,” he said calmly, never afraid to look into my eyes.  “I don’t have time for mind games.  Life’s too short you know?  I think you just reach an age where interesting is more important.  You live an interesting life…you have something important to say.  There’s no need for games.  Or for lying.”
    My heart almost melted.  It seemed like so long that I heard a real man communicating human emotion to me, with no hidden agenda or “flaw” that I had to solve.  He was truly a hero.
    “So…” he said with a smile.  “Would you like to go to NASCAR tonight?”, in reference to his strange idea of a first real date—a racing event.
    I didn’t give a damn about racing, but I couldn’t wipe the joy from my face at that moment.  “Yes, yes, I do!”
    Alan was a good lover, if you don’t mind me sharing the more intimate details with you, darling.  I couldn’t help but think that he made love the way he approached putting out a fire.  My heat, my passion was aflame.  He tore off my clothes like he was kicking down a door, no shyness, just testosterone and adrenaline.  His grunting and panting turned me on and I became wet as soon as he started kissing my breasts.  His lips were fiery.  His body was emanating heat.  His chest was hairy and masculine, but just the