I was surprised at my quick response. I normally didn't date men I worked with, but we had had such a fantastic week at work that it seemed a natural... thing to do. We agreed to go home and change (I don't like going out in my scrubs) and he would pick me up at 7 PM. I got off duty and went home. I showered and washed my hair, and was thankful that it was short, as it dries so quickly. I put on fresh makeup and put on the new summer dress I had purchase on a whim. I was just finished when. She reached out for her phone to google the exhibition while I tried to mock-wrestle her phone off her. She looks at the screen:"This is very bleak - but I like it. Who is the lucky 2nd ticket holder?". I told her that my friend wanted to go but couldn't make it. Emily rolled her eyes: "Oh! Such a cliche! You always try to chat women up with post-utopian exhibitions?". I suggested that if she is interested she is happy to join. Without quite knowing what happened this woman has talked me into. I went to my next class and afterward hurried back to the coffee shop. Carol sat there waiting, she seemed to be glowing... I wonder why? (not really). I joined her and said,"Well? Anything interesting happen?" Uh-Huh..." Ok you fucking tease... what?" I went to his building and dropped by his office just to say hello." Yeah right." Well I did say hello... I also wanted to see if he was still interested in me and how Gloria, his wife, was." Did you fuck both of them before Carol?" Uh-Huh, we. I tried to ignore the sounds — the snores of those who had gone to sleep on the benches, with their cloaks as blankets if they had them, the heavy breathing and the loud or muted sounds of pleasure or pain from those who occupied benches but slept not, the drunken laughter and the sudden curses from the tables were cards or dice were played, the occasional shouts for more beer or wine — the pub catered to both tastes — and among all those sounds, I dimly heard the voice of the story-teller. I.