...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....
He calls. I ask if he's gone on his date yet. He hasn't. I offer to set him up with an exotic ballet teacher I know. He is enthusiastic. He asks me for a date, and so next Tuesday I'll eat something unpronounceable in Little Italy.
I think about this. If I had said No, I'm slammed, it wouldn't have been a lie, or a personal rejection, because he knows I love him forever.
Easy enough, I suppose, to ask out a woman whose first response is always Yes.
