Step One: We can have lots of fun.
Step Two: There’s so much we can do.
Step Three: It’s just you and me.
Step Four: I can give you more.
Step Five: Don’t you know the time has arrived.
Step Six: You can get your fix.
Step Seven: I use lewd metaphors and wink.
Step Eight: You agree to adjourn to my place.
Step Nine: I try to get the bartender to high-five, but he declines.
Step Ten: You start to get a little grabby in the car and I ask you to give it a rest ‘cuz I’m one strike away from getting my license revoked.
Step Eleven: You’re all over me the second we get inside the door.
Step Twelve: I come up for air and suggest we slow things down a bit.
Step Thirteen: You tell me you could use a drink.
Step Fourteen: I mix you a rum and coke.
Step Fifteen: When I come back you’ve stripped off your clothes and they’re scattered about the room.
Step Sixteen: I set the drink down on a coaster and begin picking up after you, complaining that Rosa just cleaned up this afternoon.
Step Seventeen: You curse and storm off to the bathroom.
Step Eighteen: When you return, I’ve lit candles and opened a bottle of chocolate spread.
Step Nineteen: You smile.
Step Twenty: I wink.
Step Twenty-one: You dip your finger in the chocolate and spread it on your right nipple.
Step Twenty-two: I lose my appetite.
Step Twenty-three: You call me a name.
Step Twenty-four: I say you have a lot to learn about manners.
Step Twenty-five: You say I have a lot to learn about “getting to a girl” and you make sarcastic air-quotes with your fingers.
Step Twenty-six: It’s just a song, I say. But if you want to skip ahead 30 steps, I can just put my pee-pee in your bagina.
Step Twenty-seven: My what? you say.
Step Twenty-eight: Your BAGINA!
Step Twenty-nine: You collect your clothes, dress and leave without saying another word.