Although we both lived in the same city, which was one of the details that further fueled my interest, we never spoke of meeting other than in passing... or as a possibility in a very distant future. Eventually, after several months of email chat and increasingly daring pictures from me I felt comfortable enough for us to take the next step… so I asked if we could meet this coming weekend. Richard seemed absolutely thrilled with the idea, his reply letter described how he had been looking. She showed him to the kitchen.The thirty-two year-old was carrying a box filled with his ingredients. He went to work separating out what he needed. Due to timing on four of the dishes, he had started them at home. First was doro wat, a chicken stew with a tomato base. Secondly, he had Ye’abesha gomen - fragrant collard greens cooked in spiced butter and flavored with cardamom, fenugreek, and nigella seeds. The third stew was kik alicha made of yellow split peas. And lastly, mesir wat - a red. I reconsidered, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow.“Now that I have your attention…” she snickered and then rose from her chair.The captivating woman slithered to my side of the table. She stepped sideways between my legs and seated herself upon my knee. Her skimpy red and black plaid skirt ended abruptly at mid thigh, granting me an enticing view of her smooth sculptured legs. O yes, she most definitely had my attention.Kelly teasingly opened and closed her legs, her knees brushing the inside. I am dizzy as I mince out of the salon and into my wife's waiting car. There she is hysterical laughing and tells me, "Get used to it, it really makes you look like the bimbo that I want." All the way to the bridal shop she has me practicing my squeaky Minnie Mouse voice and giggling the whole time. I can't stop looking in the passenger mirror the entire time. As we pull into the bridal parking lot I really feel very embarrassed, here I am with a bright feminine blonde hairdo and dressed so.