Slowly, but it begins to heat up.

For the next twenty minutes Christopher and yourself keep everything on the normal; asking each other generic truth questions about work, school, your backgrounds and hobbies. When you catching him rolling his eyes over the fact you enjoy quilting, after he went on about his interest in comics, however, your feisty attitude returns.

"What question have you always wanted to ask a girl but were too scared, or too embarrassed, to ask?" You inquire, intentionally being provocative. Pleased to see that Christopher immediately knows the answer, but stumbles on what to say, you further tease him; "Then it will be a dare for you?" You pick up his phone he placed on the coffee table.

"No." He emphatically states. "I . . . I . . . have always wondered how often a girl masturbates."

It is your turn to be a bit nervous, hoping that his question isn't coming your way next. Taking a sip, you try to distract him with the mundane, "More soda?" When he declines you nonchalantly state, "Okay, your turn."

"Do you masturbate often?" Christopher immediate asks, solely out of juvenile curiosity.

A bit angered with yourself that you have let your date unwittingly turn the tables on your teasing, you briefly toy with going for a dare. It really bothers you how sexually frustrated you have been since the divorce, and the vision of your idiot ex-husband laughing over your new habits has haunted you the past few months.

"Yes." You finally grumble.

"Really?!" Christopher's interest perks up, "But how often?"

"Several times a week." You saying, taking another hit of your drink.

"Wow!" Christopher grins ear to ear, almost laughing. "You're just as bad as a guy!"