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him, that he'd pay for a cab home for me, and that he hoped I'd take a raincheck on dinner.<br />
So I asked him if he was crazy, and he said he did not conscientiously believe so, and I<br />
said anyone with as many nicknames as he apparently has definitely has some major<br />
problems, and he agreed with me, and then we argued pleasantly for about two hours over<br />
which serial killers throughout history were the most deranged, and finally the vet came<br />
out and said Tweedle-dum was recovering and we could go home, and so we left.<br />
It wasn't too late to get dinner by Manhattan standards--only ten o'clock--and John was<br />
all for it, even though we'd missed our reservation at wherever he'd planned on taking me.<br />
But I wasn't up for battling the late-night supper crowd, and he agreed and said, Want to<br />
order Chinese again or something? And I said it would probably be a good idea to<br />
comfort Paco and Mr. Peepers, who were surely unsettled by their missing feline brother.<br />
Plus I had read in the TV Guide that <strong>The</strong> Thin Man was showing on PBS.<br />
So we went back to his place--or his aunt's place, I should say--and ordered moo shu<br />
pork again, and the food arrived just as the movie was starting, and so we ate it off Mrs.<br />
Friedlander's coffee table, sitting on her comfy black leather couch, on which I dropped<br />
not one but two spring rolls smothered with that orange stuff. Which was, incidentally, when<br />
he started kissing me. Seriously. I was totally apologizing for getting that sticky orange stuff<br />
all over his aunt's couch when he leaned over, stuck his knee in it , and started kissing me.<br />
I haven't been that shocked since my Algebra tutor did almost the same thing my<br />
freshman year in high school. Only there wasn't any orange duck sauce and we'd been<br />
talking about integers, not paper towels. And let me tell you, Max Friedlander is a way better<br />
kisser than any Algebra tutor ever was. I mean, he has got the kissing thing down pat. I was<br />
afraid the top of my head was going to blow off. Seriously. He's that good of a kisser.<br />
Or maybe he isn't that good of a kisser. Maybe it's just been so long since anybody has<br />
kissed me like he meant it--you know, really meant it--that I forgot what kissing is like.<br />
John kisses like he means it. Really means it. Still, when he stopped kissing me, I was in such<br />
a state of head-spinning shock that all I could do was blurt out, What did you do that for?<br />
which probably sounded rude, but he didn't take it that way. He went, Because I wanted to.<br />
So I thought about that for like a split second, and then I reached up and put my arms<br />
around his neck and said, Good. <strong>The</strong>n I did some kissing of my own. And it was really nice<br />
because Mrs. Friedlander's couch is very cushy and soft, and John kind of sank down onto me<br />
and I kind of sank down into the couch, and we kissed for a very long time, in fact we kissed until<br />
Paco decided he needed to go out, and stuck his big wet nose between our foreheads.<br />
That's when I realized I better get out of there. First of all, you know what our mothers<br />
always said about kissing on the first date. And second of all, not to gross you out, but<br />
there was some very interesting stuff happening downstairs, if you know what I mean.<br />
And Max Friedlander is definitely NOT gay. Gay guys do not get full-on stiffies from<br />
kissing girls. This much even a small-town girl from the Midwest knows.<br />
So while John was cursing Paco out, I was all straightening myself out and saying primly,<br />
Well, thank you for lovely evening, but I think I have to go now, and then I tore out of<br />
there, while he was still going, "Mel, wait, we have to talk."<br />
I didn't wait. I couldn't. I had to get out while I still had control over my motor-functions. I am<br />
telling you, Nadine, this guy's kisses are enough to numb your brain stem, they're that good. So<br />
what's to talk about? Well, there's one thing: Nadine, I'm letting you know right now. I am<br />
bringing a date to your wedding. Gotta go. Fingers are cramping up from writing too much, and I