A Shell of A Man

Eventually, she led me up to her bedroom: the most lavish room of all. The magnificent view of the city all too clear below. This room was absolutely breathtaking.

"And lastly, this is my bedroom"

My eyes were drawn to the large king size bed, adjourned with pink silk sheets. I began to wonder what type of shenanigans had gone on in this room and if I would ever be lucky enough to revisit this room in different circumstances.

"Just amazing Babs. It's quite large, your cleaning bill must be astronomical" I joked.

"Well, when I was married my husband would do all the cleaning, it was so convenient."

"Wow! He cleaned all this? Why did you two break up?" I asked.

"Let's just say he couldn't handle it. He lives with his mother now, the fucking looser" she burst out into laughter, "I'm joking Frankie, lighten up!"

I laughed along with her, not quite understanding the joke.

She made a lovely three course meal. The appetiser was a light pumpkin soup, the main course was a fillet minion with baked potato and for dessert, a home made triple chocolate mouse complete with whipped cream. It was a meal fit for a king.

So there I was, having dinner with the girl of my dreams as we talked about our families, our careers and our ambitions.

After a good hour or two, we were seated in the formal lounge in front of a roaring fire sharing a bottle of Merlot.

Eventually the conversation died down and once again, we were plagued by awkward silence. To say I was nervous was an extreme understatement. I simply didn't have anything else to say. I desperately wanted to tell her a funny joke or an amazing story.... alas, I had none.

Suddenly she broke the silence, "So, why isn't a good looking guy like you married?" she queried

"ahh, oh boy! That's a good question. I guess I just haven't found the right girl yet you know..."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked