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11:31 a.m. - August 03, 2002 I went down to Marti's office to read French to her and had a long conversation about how much she loves listening to French, how I learned French, how she feels the language is erotic, even if its subject matter is dry. Clue in on her lexical selection. So I parler francais and when done, she says That was better than Anne Roquelare... and then tops it off with That always excites me and puts me in the mood... Now remember, this is me, and my life is not a living porno, so we did not brush everything off her desk onto the floor and have sex; I wasn't sure what the hell was going on. Is this an invite? Is she coming on to me? So, I did nothing but feel uncomfortable because I wasn't sure what was going on. It's when I left that I thought I should've asked her out for Friday night, but I already had plans (plans that fell apart and ruined my night; you know how those things go with me), and I wouldn't want to look like Pavlov's dog by asking someone out who's mentioned she's excited, because that's just wrong. But still. That the possibility was possible even, made me smile.
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