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reason, I didn’t want to see his face. I just wanted to think for a minute. He had struck a nerve. Why did I need that job? It would force me to stretch myself. There was something about a challenge. Then, there was sheer, utter, simple curiosity. I was the only one of my friends who was practically still a virgin. When we gathered together on holiday breaks, I was the one who never had a boyfriend, who never had sexcapades to relay, who sat back and tried to pretend to understand these foreign objects and experiences they talked about. I hated it. Then I smiled. As I stared in front of me, another piece of my phone had appeared.
    “Can I see the list?” He asked seriously.
    Shaking my head, I refused. “No. It’s too...humiliating.”

    “Dammit woman, I can look it up online, but it’s just easier if you share the print copy. Okay?” He scowled at me for a moment. Then as I pushed the paper toward him, he smirked. After studying it for a moment, he looked up at me. “One night stand?”
    “Nope. I knew them. It was a date. It just never went beyond that.” I stared at him evenly, trying not to give away any emotion.

    “Did you like them?” He asked. “Either of them?”

    Taking a deep breath, I said, “Not really. I just felt like...it was time. There wasn’t a crush, a bunch of love letters, phone calls, any of that. The first was prom. And for lack of a better defense, everyone was doing it.” I let out a hollow laugh. “The second, was a house party after graduation.”

    “Drunk?” He asked, perplexed.

    “No, but he was. This one was someone that my family approved of and had been pushing me toward for years. I just kind of gave in.” I sighed. “Does any of this make sense?”

    “Honestly, no. I can’t understand how someone as beautiful as you could possibly think of settling for less than every single thing she deserved. Forget about your parents. What do you want?” He stood there, challenging me.

    It was no longer about the phone, no longer about the game of Truth or Truth. I had to answer. We were really talking. “I’m not sure I know. I don’t know if my life has ever been about what I want.”
    “What if we try to figure that out, together? And...what if I help you with this list?” He asked. There was that unmistakable twinkle in his eye. At the same time, he appeared completely sincere.

    My head tilted to the side as I studied him and considered what to say. “You want to help me with this list?” My heart thudded in anticipation in my chest. If it weren’t for the ambiance created from low lights, he probably would have been able to see it pounding against my chest like in the cartoons. Then, by means of distraction, I leaned over the bar conspiratorially and said, “Why Wyatt, whatever are you suggesting?”

    With that, he pushed my reassembled phone toward me. I swear I almost squealed. “Let me say my goodbyes, then we’re out of here. I’m inviting you back to my place.” He smiled at me over his shoulder as he headed toward the kitchen.
    Checking my phone, I realized it was nowhere near 10pm. He had a good hour left. Still, who was I to question? At the moment, I was getting to reconnect with everyone. My attention was completely absorbed in the phone. Within minutes, I could see that nothing going on in the world wide web was more interesting than anything going on in my real life. That’s when the text came through.

    Wyatt: I may have taken the liberty of exchanging contact info.

    How could I help but laugh?

    Me: Of course you did.

    Wyatt: So, how do you feel about chocolate?

    I chuckled for a moment before I responded.

    Me: Love. Really really love.

    Moments later, I was working on replying to an email from an old friend when the next text arrived.

    Wyatt: How do you like your wine?

    This time, I decided to go for the laugh.

    Me: The same way I like my men, sweet.

    His response was swift.

    Wyatt: Sweet...my ass!

    Me: Your ass is sweet! Do I