"Hmmm....I think I'll just use the phone at your place."

"Hmmm....I think I'll just use the phone at your place," you say.

He nods greedily, and says, "Sounds wonderful, deary. Please step right in."

Careful not to let your skirt ride up too high, you climb onto the passenger side seat and buckle yourself in. His grin is unforgettable as you pull away from the curbside and speed down the street.

Along the way, you constantly notice him grinning at you, and it makes you uncomfortable. Not realizing it, you start to blush.

"Don't be ashamed, girl," he says, "you are a very pretty little thing. If I wasn't so big myself, I would definitely ask you for a date."

You twist in your seat nervously. "What a strange thing to say," you tell him.

"I only say it, because I can't help it. I've never come within two feet of a girl as beautiful as you. I've seen beauty, but you take it to another level."

"Stop it!" You say, giggling, "What ever kind of girl I am, I can assure you that I'm not the kind of girl you think I am."

"You might be," he says, chuckling.

"Hmm?"

"I know how to find out based on your answer to my next question."

"What's the question?" you ask, curious.

"Simply this... what makes a real man?"

"Huh?"

"That's the question. I'm not fooling. What's your answer."

"Well...um....lemme think..."