“Yes?” I asked. “I took a taxi here so that I didn’t have to worry about this.” She called the taxi service, and had them come out. I was raised in a small town, I was expected to marry, have babies…yadda yadda yadda. I played with the wrapper on my beer, trying to think of something to say. “Yes?” I asked. Right now, I’m exhausted…there will be plenty of other times…and I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
I shook my head, “Oh no, I don’t feel obligated at all…I’d like to try it!” I blushed again. We started talking about our favourite authors and books, which lead into movies and music, and foods and before I knew it, I’d had 6 beers and she’d had 4 vodka tonics.
