“Shouldn’t you pretend he’s just someone?”
“Do you think he’s noticed we’re checking him out?”
“I think these people are oblivious to their surroundings. It would drive them crazy to pay attention to stalkers like us.”
“We’re not stalking him.”
“OK, technically I guess we’d have to be hiding. We’re wannabees. We’re his loyal followers and admirers.”
“How can we take our minds away from him?”
“Why should we take our minds away from him? He’s good conversation, as long as we don’t degrade it into gossip.”
“Degrade?”
“You know what I mean. It would be nice to talk about the beautiful man at that table, about two tables away from us in a diagonal behind my right. You just made it obvious that you’re looking at him.”
“That woman behind you is really big.”
“We’ll have to trade places. We could pretend that we want to eat the second half of each other’s entrée.”
“We usually just reach with our forks.”
“I’d just feed you from my fork, honey.”
“OK, switch.”
“Oh, now I see.”
“Oh, now you see. Now I need a mirror, like in the movies.”
“So, apart from the fact that we’d have to convert him to homosexuality, how could we get him to pay attention to us?”
“As in: get him to our apartment? The bed isn’t made. One of us would need to go ahead and change the sheets while the other entertains him.”
“I was thinking about seducing him first.”
“Do you think the woman he’s with is just a cover?”
“Oh yeah. He’s one of us. Or he’s not interested in her at all.”
“What are they talking about?”
“I think he’s saying there are two guys he likes, at that table behind the large woman.”
“No kidding? He’s been looking at us?”
“Yeah, I think so. Don’t turn your head. Don’t!”
“The good old trick of dropping one’s fork. It always works. He’s not staring at us at all. Stop glancing in his direction. Look at me in the eyes.”
“What? Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Yes, sir, I am.”
“You just said your bed needs clean sheets. You’ve got work to do before you get me into your bed.”
“It’s also your bed, remember?”
“But if it’s not good enough for him, it isn’t good enough for me. Try harder.”
“OK, I’ll get new sheets while you sit in the living room by the fire.”
“Patiently staring at the wall…”
“No, because I will have massaged your shoulders to sink you into the velour of our couch, and your eyes will be closed.”
“Mmmh, I’m starting to like the idea.”
“I’ll be back to you after a few minutes, and my hands will start reaching through the openings in your clothes.”
“Will you be naked already?”
“Yeah, but your eyes will still be closed. I will keep them closed by kissing them as I peruse my lips to feel your face.”
“Is that you pulling my shirt off?”
“Yes, honey. You can pull me over from the back of the couch, if you have the strength.”
“I do. Why does taking shoes and pants and underwear off always feel like an intermission?”
“Because we haven’t gotten ourselves to wear skirts and dresses. But I’ll get you naked before you know it.”
“I like it when you suck under my ear.”
“I like leaving my mark on you.”
“Will you gentlemen want to see our dessert menu?”
“Oh, we were just talking about that.”
“Yeah, we’ll have dessert at home.”
“Yeah…”
