The classic - Dinner

You don't want him to think you're too easy. Going out to dinner will give you the chance to figure out what he's like, plus some guys might be turned off by something as bold as saying 'how about your place?' You ask him what kind of food he likes.

"I enjoy all sorts, Italian, Thai, Chinese, French, American - anything from fine dining to hot dog stand, I put more stock in how it tastes than in how it looks."

You smile and say "There's a very good Italian place at the intersection of Rose avenue and Parkway drive. What time do you want to meet?" Some male part of your brain kicks in and adds "My treat, of course." It's a reaction wired into you from the few times you've had the nerve to ask a girl out.

Monti smiles and says "I'm hardly going to turn down a beautiful woman who offers to buy me dinner. How about 6:00? I have to close up here, but I can pick you up anywhere you like."

Lookin' for my home address already? Good boy, thinks the more feminine part of your brain. Out loud you say "Sounds great. I've got some things to take care of, so I can meet you outside the bank. Parking lot across the way?"

"Excellent. I look forward to a tasty meal and an interesting conversation."

You get up to leave, offering him a wry smile. You bend at the waist to pick up your purse, letting him know that while dinner conversation is important you are also interested in the conversation to come afterward; lots of moans, groans and 'Oh Gods!'

When you get outside the bank you let out a sigh. You think to yourself 'I'm not going to fuck Monti for money, or a bank account or whatever. No, I want to fuck him because I've wanted to know what it would feel like since I woke up this morning!' For once the two halves of your brain are in total agreement.