“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.
