Nor did I know about this first date, second date and third date business.
You could accidentally attribute a poem about love to Rilke when it was clearly John Donne!
I realized he has looking at me, so I looked over at him.
He leaned toward me and whispered “I’ve seen you in here before, you’re really flexible.” I half-laughed because that’s what I do when I’m uncomfortable.
Even for a married woman to go out with a male friend who is single: I often travel to Paris by myself, Leyla and Olivier stay in Paimpol, and have dinner with one (or several) of our good male friend(s), single or not.
Olivier trusts me, and we both trust our friend(s), who would never make a pass at me.