Publication Date: September 6, 2013 (Revised Version)
A dietitian and a medical resident are set up on a blind date by Edna Rubenstein, a persistent, meddling, mutual friend. Laurie lives on Long Island but she works as a dietitian in the Bronx. Leslie lives in the Bronx and is doing her residency there as well. Laurie hopes they don’t end up talking diets but she wouldn’t mind playing doctor. Will the best date ever lead to more than they ever dreamed possible?
Mom always said, “Don’t let boys touch you there,” but she never said anything about girls. Her other favorite saying was, “Why should he buy the cow, when he can get the milk for free?” Well, Ma, she bought the cow!
But let me back up a bit.
. . .
“You’re beautiful.” She breathed the words into my ear, sending goose bumps down my spine.
Her face was like ice, but her mouth, so warm and welcoming, heated me to the core. I desperately wanted to move further south towards her other warmth, but my mother’s warning about cows and milk haunted me. I had to slow this down. She was too important to risk giving it away for free. My dilemma was soon forgotten. She reached around me and opened the car door. I practically fell into the seat and she tumbled in after me. We didn’t go all the way, but her kisses were out of this world.
I can’t remember her driving us back to my house, but I can remember every detail about her talented tongue and passionate embrace that left us both breathless.
“There’s a great place on City Island I’d love to show you. Are you up for lobster and all the trimmings?”
“Lobster?” She was a resident and lobster dinners weren’t cheap. I could offer to split the bill.
“Oh no, I should have asked first. Do you keep kosher?”
“Me? No. I love lobster, bacon, and veal parmesan is my favorite. If that means I’m going straight to hell, Do not pass go, do not collect $200, then too bad.”
“Good because you’ll have more fun in hell with the rest of us. How about we go to the Lobster Box next Saturday then?”
“Lobster Box?” I grinned. “Great name.”
“Don’t start. I’m sure that’s not what they meant. If you’d rather go to Seashore, we could do that instead.”
“No way, I think the box sounds like a lot more fun.” I winked, and then I remembered teasing wasn’t fair if I wasn’t planning on putting out. I tucked away my grin by sucking the insides of my cheeks with my teeth, which only served to make me look like a fish. Leslie tried to keep a straight face, but she ended up laughing her ass off and so did I.