"So, what would you like to do for lunch?" Ann asked.
"Well," I said, trying to play it cool, "there are a couple of burger joints, a good Chinese place, or we could go back to my place..."
Ann gave me that contemptuous look a woman gives you when she knows you're just trying to get into her pants. "Let's get Chinese," she said.
I smiled and led the way.
Frankly, she was right. I did just want to get into her pants. After all, the first time we'd met was at a party, the highlight of which had been my hands down her pants. That evening had actually ended quite a bit later, with my wife and I taking Ann and her boyfriend home with us, to everyone's mutual enjoyment. Unfortunately, owing to a regrettable lack of condoms, we still hadn't actually hadn't met Ann's rather narrow definition of sex. I had been hoping to correct that today, but what the heck. Enjoying a good meal with a pretty coed wasn't sex, but I'll take what I can get.
So, we went to nice little Chinese place I knew, ordered lunch, sat down and talked.
Now ladies, you've always suspected it and I'll tell you the truth: there are indeed times when we guys have trouble listening to what you are saying. Especially when we are trying to remember what your naked breasts look like, or the sight of our cum on your face. However, men can occasionally get our minds out of our dicks and actually have a conversation with a woman.
After not listening to whatever Ann had been saying, the conversation took an interesting turn. I'd asked her how she ended up at the party the other night.
"Oh, I met this guy John at the Sci-Fi club on campus and he invited me," Ann said. "Do you know him?
"Yeah, I do," I smiled. Yeah, I knew John. We had some mutual friends and the same taste in women, as evidenced by the fact that a few of my ex-girlfriends had gone on to become his ex-girlfriends. Actually, I suspected a couple of them had cheated on me with him, but I didn't really mind. I couldn't really, with John. It was just the sort of thing he did. John also had a habit of hanging around the campus Sci-Fi club and picking up whatever hot young coed caught his eye. Then my inner geek made another connection. "So, you go to the Sci-Fi club?"
Suddenly, we had something I could be interested in talking about other than sex. Not to say I wouldn't have preferred sex, but like I said, I'll take what I can get. Turns out we liked a lot of the same movies. We spent the next half hour or so discussing the relative merits of Peter Jackson's version of King Kong and bashing the new Star Wars movies. (OK, so I'm a geek. What's your point?) All in all, it was a pleasant enough way to spend my lunch hour.
As we finished with our food, and still debating aspects of the Dark Side of the Force (Ann turned out to be much more knowledgeable than I in the wider world of the Extended Universe), we walked together toward the parking garage where my car was. Glancing at my watch, I offered to give Ann a ride up to campus.
"No," she laughed, "It's not far. I'll just walk."
"OK," I said. "Hey, this has been fun. We'll have to get together like this again."
