Ron and Ramona sipped their wine on this, their first date. There was chemistry, no question. The lights were low, soft music played. His hand touched hers and they smiled.
Their trance was broken.
Ron, how goes it? God, it's been months. Who is this ravishing young lady?
Uh, Joe, we're having a private moment.
Look at that skin tone. You from the West Indies?
No, I'm from Baltimore.
Listen, let me ask you something. Ever ride those Citi bikes?
Joe, we're in the middle of something.
Yeah, speaking of which, my ass is killing me because of that bike.
Joe, can you please leave?
You got any experience as a nurse, miss?
Ramona.
Lovely name. I ask because that damn bike irritated my hemorrhoids. That cream they give you smells like cottage cheese.
Actually I'm a hedge fund manager.
Oh, one of those. Well, we all have to live together. Mind if I scratch?
Joe, do I have to escort you away?
Boy, Ron. I thought we were friends.
Go. Now.
Okay, fine. But don't blame me if you run out of conversation.
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