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other as a man and a woman on a romantic night, at a romantic restaurant.
    He leaned back in his chair and gave her another good look with his glass in hand.
    “So, ah…what time do you need to be at work tomorrow?”
    She took a sip of her own water and grinned at him over the rim of the glass.
    “Actually, I took off from work tomorrow.” She left her answer at that.
    Shareef nodded to her. That was the kind of answer he wanted to hear.
    “What are you going to do with all this extra time on your hands?” he asked her.
    “Enjoy it. I’m enjoying it now.”
    “How much of this night are you trying to enjoy?”
    She continued to smile at him mischievously.
    “Are you trying to ask me something in particular?”
    He leaned forward with both elbows on the table and said, “Maybe I am. Do you know what I’m trying to ask you?”
    She stared into his dark, intense eyes and answered, “Maybe I do.”
    “Are you offended by it?”
    She shook her head. “Why would I be offended?”
    “Some women are. For some women it’s disrespectful on a first date. But I don’t judge respect off sexuality. A woman should be allowed to express herself like any man. So I try to keep the two separate.”
    “So do I,” she responded.
    He paused and looked into her pretty brown face.
    “So I’m allowed to be frank now.”
    Cynthia paused herself and slowly nodded to him.
    “Yeah, I’m a big girl. Be frank.”
    Shareef asked her, “Are we fucking tonight?” And the man didn’t flinch when he said it, either.
    Cynthia tried her hardest to match his steely demeanor but couldn’t. She started cheesing and hid her face behind her hands, embarrassed that she couldn’t take his forwardness.
    She said, “You know, I had heard about you, but…wow.” She shook her head and tried to look him in the face again. “I mean, I thought I could….”
    She couldn’t get her words together.
    On Shareef’s end, he had planned to sock it to her with bluntness as soon as she got him interested in her at the bookstore. She wasn’t the typical soft-stepping sister. She could take it. So he allowed her a chance to recover from the initial shock before he said anything else.
    “Umm…” She looked down at the table where her menu sat. Then she looked back up into his eyes. “I’m supposed to say yes now, right? Is that how it goes?”
    “You’re supposed to say what you feel,” he told her. “I’m just trying to make sure we don’t get anything twisted.”
    She said, “Well, it’s not twisted. We straight. But…I think you could have used a better choice of words. I mean, you are a writer, right? Be more creative.”
    Shareef shook his head and wouldn’t let her off the hook.
    He said, “Nah. Understand me for a minute. There are certain kinds of women a guy may feel soft emotions for, and other women where the emotions are stronger. You follow me?”
    Cynthia smiled and was speechless. She wanted to hear more, and he gave her more.
    He said, “Perfect example are them two white girls; Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie. I probably wouldn’t even deal with Jennifer Aniston. She seem soft, boring, and like it would take all night to nut. But Angelina Jolie? Shit, a guy might fuck around and nut just from looking at her too long. So at the end of the day, I can’t blame Brad Pitt for leaving. They didn’t have any kids, and he got tired of making love. He wanted to fuck. So he broke off from Jennifer and got with Angelina. And then he got her pregnant immediately. So that tells you how strong he was feeling about that nut.”
    The woman was so floored by his bodacious logic that she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even move. She just sat there grinning.
    Shareef told her, “So don’t get it confused. Like I said, I still respect you. You’re a smart woman. But if we’re talking about sex, then it is what it is, and you gon’ have to take it how I give it to you.”
    He said, “You’re a sexy grown woman. You don’t