What does she think of anal sex?

Wendy had a cute butt. It wasn't a bubble-butt like his sister's, but it had great shape. He'd imagined getting his hands on it since that first time she'd walked down the bus aisle, to the point where he'd almost felt her up right there without even asking her name.

Considering his sexual experience came from watching porn and anal sex was something of a holy grail in the porn world, it was only natural for him to be interested... and to consider whether a prospective date would be receptive.

The second he opened his mouth he knew he was crazy... even if Wendy could ultimately be receptive, she wasn't going to be pleased to talk about it at this point in their non-relationship.

Unfortunately his mouth didn't get his brain's message in time.

"So, Wendy. What do you think of anal sex?"

She choked on her Coke, then set it down on the table. "What I think is that maybe you have different ideas for our relationship than I do. I think I should go. See you ar--forget that. Don't sit with me any more, Matt. You're gross."

Ah-ha. He'd been right. It was premature to bring up that topic. And there was a valuable lesson there--don't open your mouth until your brain was clued in.

He watched Wendy pull out of the deli parking lot and realized that he was miles from home without a ride. Again.

Well, shit.

(I suggest going back and bringing up a different conversation topic. This is a bad end.)