“Come on baby,” I say. “You know you want to.”
She gives me that sideways glance that tells me she does but is trying to size up my intentions.
“It’s okay,” I say hoping to nudge her in the right direction, “everyone else does it.”
She still hesitates.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I lie, “It’ll be our little secret.”
It is a harmless little lie but I know that as soon as this is over, I am going to brag about this to all my friends. I might even sneak a few pictures if I can.
Tentatively, her hand reaches out then quickly retracts.
“I won’t judge you, in fact I think it will bring us closer together.”
Even I know that is B.S. This is only our second date. I might be pushing too hard but I feel I am already committed and I want to get things moving.
She looks me dead in the eye and can recognize my intentions. A smile of resignation plays across her lips and she sighs, “Okay.”
I hide my elation so she doesn’t change her mind at the last second. She is going to do it. She wants to, I want to, we both want this and her giving in feels like a small victory.
With no more hesitation she places two more pieces of bacon on her plate and heads for the omelet bar.
Running water is always the clearest. It is the standing pool that becomes stagnant. 