Again, at the Capital Grille. Again, a plain but pretty Democrat. Again, a pants suit. The differences were that I knew this woman, and she wore a cadet blue pants suit. Women's suits are a good way to predict the political leaning of the person in them; liberals wear pants, conservatives wear skirts.
I was in my trademark charcoal.
I actually like this women, so it was more than politics. We discussed out lives, though I always omit certain details about Aisha. I ordered the Caesar salad, which she had the, in my opinion, far overrated French onion soup. I had the bone in rib eye, she the filet mignon. Rare. I told you this woman is cool, for a Democrat. We shared mashed potatoes.
She, of course, likes Hillary Clinton, but has a "deep respect" for Bernie Sanders. When I told her my preferred ticket of Kasich Rubio, she saw the implications immediately. and I could see the fear in her eyes. Then she smiled easily, and told me that Hillary would beat that ticket. She was unconvincing, and mentioned that Kasich did not have the necessary education. He went to Ohio State. I do not buy that argument. Obama has the correct education, provided by his foreign student visa, and very dim.
She excused herself before desert, and I took the time to check my phone, A text from Aisha, asking me to join them at their favorite lesbian bar.
She had cheesecake for dessert. I believe that women would die of withdrawal if cheesecake was outlawed. I decided to try the coconut cream pie, instead of the chocolate cake.
The bill came, and I paid, again. She offered to pay her share, but I did not let her. I can feel better about women earning less than men buy giving them free dinners. Also, I wonder about the monetary value of the courtship ritual being forced upon men. Not all of us are comfortable with it.
I got a kiss on the lips, that lasted longer than a peck. No tongue. Next time, I expect some deep, bold kissing. The time after that, a blow job in the parking lot. It is a progression.
There is nothing wrong with the steak at the Capital Grille. I would just prefer prime rib, which is more difficult to come by than you might expect. If I am going to pay, I should choose the restaurant. I choose The Prime Rib Steakhouse. Some report or review called it one of the five most romantic restaurants in the nation. That might help the progression.
I got to the bar, and texted Aisha to come get me, since unescorted men are not allowed. about five minutes later, enduring many sharp looks, Aisha, Courtney, Megan, Wendy, and a pretty girl I did not know came out.
"Hi, I'm Claire, Wendy's girlfriend."
"Hi, I'm Publius, Wendy's boyfriend. I see you've met Aisha, Wendy's girlfriend."
It sounds tense. but it was not. We went to a bar that is never very loud to drink and talk. I like Claire, and understand that Wendy needs a real relationship. Eventually, we walked home, and Wendy and Claire got a cab. "Don't feel bad," Aisha told me, "I have Claire thinking about a foursome." That is easy to interpret. Aisha has a way of making these things come true, regardless of my wishes.
Aisha wants to fuck Claire.
