' I thought that they would cut me way back." This was an odd way of talking, but rather pleasant. Steve talked into the back of her head -- she could... feel his breath blow her hair -- and then kissed her ear while she spoke. "I can't think of anything which hadn't been already counted in the budget." How about buying coffee and pie to share a table with your boyfriend?"It wasn't the best position for thinking, but she went through the budget categories. "You might be right! Anyway, Dad said. I answered affirmatively and I hugged him while we kissed passionately. He had purchased two tickets for Mozart's "The Magic Flute" Opera in Chicago for next Saturday night. Frank informed me, that Susan did not like classical music, so he thought we could give Mozart's Opera a try.I told him, "I don't know, never been to a classical music opera, and therefore I'm looking forward to going to the Chicago Opera Theater."I was really interested so I read up about the "The Magic Flute" on the. He knew he had to talk to her, to get to know her if only for the duration his short trip. The bellboy asked if he wanted his bags taken up to the room right away, to which he agreed but said he would be up later. He had to talk to her. He worked up the courage and then made his way over. She was wearing a summery white dress with roses on it, with two beautiful long pale legs protruding down to the floor and black leather high heels. Gorgeous. He could feel himself getting hard just by. Fuck those weeks up and you were probably fucked for the next four years. Initial impressions were damn hard to change.So we read what other men had done. And how they'd done it. We found a hundred different suggestions that over the ensuing weeks we tried to distill into a coherent action plan. We finally boiled it down to three jobs:1) Make an "Honest Assessment" of yourself.2) Set "Attainable Goals".3) Write an "Action Plan".And so we'd both tried. I can tell you that it's not that easy..