bibliosylph

bibliosylph

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Novel: Hands Across the Table
Genre: Literary Fiction
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Age:
46
Location:
Cincinnati
Hobbies:
pretending to be esoteric
Website:
http://liliales.typepad.com
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Author bio:

You know those bluesy Viagra commercials which show the guy he's still a righteous dude who now has the cash and confidence to indulge in all the stuff he used to think was cool from afar?

I am just of an age to find the men in those commercials very attractive. And for those very reasons, but also because they always choose fairly handsome men, of course.

So you're at dinner with an attractive man you've run into at a friend's house a few times, it's going well—you have no idea why he ordered the mushroom risotto, but maybe he's just like that—and while you're leisurely enjoying your veal scallopini or whatever, he excuses himself to the men's room just as the waiter comes by to refill your water and wine glasses. They exchange a knowing glance.

You pretend not to notice. But you totally do notice. And then you start to wonder. Will he lean forward to brush your hand as you pick up your glass? Will he offer to share a bite of his dessert with you? Will he start to fidget if you take too long lingering over yours? Timing is key with these things...

Maybe don't wear your readers during dinner so everything retains a nice romantic haze.