Date

"What was that about?" my wife asked me, hovering over me, staring in my eyes.

"N...nothing," I stammered.

"You were on the phone with him for like twenty minutes, that's not nothing, what did he want?"

"He...he wanted..."

"Hon..."

"He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the symphony with him next Saturday," I blurted out.

"The symphony? Like a date? He asked you on a date?"

"He...he didn't say that," I said.

"Did he mention dinner?"

I looked quickly to the side. "He...me might have," I said.

"Hon, that's a date. He asked you on a date!"

"I...I don't..."

"What did you say? Tell me you said yes."

"I...I said I had to check with you," I said.

"Well of course you can go on a date with him, hon!"

"But I..."

"He's cute. And strong. I bet he's...sorry...I don't want to get ahead of myself."

"You bet he's what?"

She laughed. "Well endowed. God, my pretty sissy going on a date, this is so exciting. It's about time you got yourself a boyfriend."