His name, like a whine.

Short trills emerging from the gills made from the folds around his neck.

Tie tied too taught. Choker.

Something about that musk too, choked her.

"Thank you so much for coming today I was so worried it wouldn't work out considering the weather which isn't really nice right now but I have hopes for letting up just like how I have hopes for you and I doing well together and since we're now here we might as well get to know each other more after all it would be a bit rude of me to not let you talk about yourself since you're clearly a very interesting person and I want to know more about you in a way that totally doesn't come off as creepy or delusional because I'm not that kind of person I promise you."

He came, with a wine.

Snorts still while laughing about the bill sticking out from the old menu with a cheque.

I lie too, uncaught. Mocker.

Not into the lust too, fucker.

"Chardonnay aged fine very fine for five years maybe ten inside of cherry oak within the damp cellar of a hillside town in Romagna where I've been to because my father was a travelling actuary who worked there as part of a Bologna client who insisted they needed an appraisal before committing further investments to expanding the vineyard as it had suffered from a bought with a grape virus known for its discolouring and disconcerting taste however this turned out to be quite popular as it had an interesting property of aging faster than normal wine somehow which is what we're drinking today."

Some food arrives. I become appetized.

He talks with food in his mouth. I become agitized.

The bits and bites shout out in flecks as he speaks.

"So for a star player to be a start player I admit there's a subjectivity there after all how much attention do you need to grab to become considered one well I think it's not about that as ultimately it is just one person and often times the teams win due to good old cooperation and teamwork since people need to listen and communicate to do well otherwise they risk ignoring things and missing things and wondering what went wrong when clearly they were the problem this whole time but had too much of an ego to realize and I just absolutely hate that sort of mentality.

More food arrives. I become entréed.

His stocks with puts for this month. I become unlaid.

The aroma is exciting. But the amour is exiting.

"People think his policies are a bit too much and too restrictive but I wouldn't go so far as using certain terms to describe him that I often see used by opposing people with their own biases I mean come to think of it, this person is exactly what we need to combat the current climate of polarizing views that is intrinsically linked to all of our societal issues you can even see this study I came across that shows statistics that demonstrate what a sorry state our country is and how nothing is being done so that is why this person is the best and I don't think the arguments against that I've heard have any validity."

The last dish arrives. I become desserted.

His jokes flop like fish. I become deserted.

The sweetest thing. Yet some salt to taste.

"Maybe this date wasn't the best idea I think I came across as too strong with the wine earlier and have done so much of the talking I feel I have just been so nervous around you that I am now embarrassingly admitting as a final hope that it'll somehow invoke enough pity from you to just give me another chance for another day maybe where we can go to karaoke or watch a movie or go hiking near that place in that other country I have kept mentioning to you that I've been many times as a way to make myself seem more like an interesting person but none of that seems to have worked maybe I should've faked an accent."

No more to eat. I am full.

Just take me back home.  Back to my nice tv. To my cat on its cat tree.
To a nice shower with music.
Where I can be alone and forget about today.

Until next time.