despite being a little hausfrauish, is erudite and well spoken, capable of intelligent discourse on any number of subjects. A pleasure to speak with.

Contrast that to the hostess at the steakhouse, dressed to the nines in a short black dress with legs which seemed to go on forever. I had been there two nights previous with a co-worker; tonight she asked where he was.

“My colleague has gone off to visit his family for the evening”
“Your what?”
“My colleague”
“Ah.”

Several minutes later, after seating me, she furtively glances around and sits at the chair next to me at the table. “Excuse me” she whispers “Does colleague mean boyfriend?”

“No. Not even a little bit”
“Oh. When I saw you in here the other night it looked like you were a couple”
“Not even remotely. He his my colleague. He works with me, and I with him. We never see one another naked, or even kiss”
“Oh”

she leaves and the waitress comes to take my order.

Later, she returns. “Is he married?”

Crikey, now I’m a dating service for women who not only think I’m gay but want me to hook them up with my co-workers.

“he has a girlfriend. They live together. I’m pretty sure it’s a committed relationship. He will no doubt be back in town and you can ask him yourself”

she smiles. “You’re sweet. This is my phone number (She hands me a card) Give it to him when you see him”

I think i will, too. Just to be a dick.

Pity she didn’t have the brains of the girl at the front desk, to go along with the looks. Sheesh.