Lanvin gives you wings.

"I've known him for about 10 years."

"Oh."

"You of all people know I'm discernable."

"What does that mean?"

"You know what it means."

"Oh."

"So I tried to get him to make it another day but there he was in my neighborhood..."

"Gripping tightly to a lucky foot and a leprechaun's dick."

"Must you make this lunch memorable?"

"Of course."

"He comes up and he's on my couch, he is sipping from a Mountain Dew bottle full of red wine and he just sits there."

"He's in the china shop."

"No, he can't believe how quiet it is; he can't believe how relaxed he feels."

"Really? Just that?"

"Yes."

"I don't know..."

"You do."

"Ok."

"So a little music is playing, my phone isn't ringing, his of course is ringing every 20 minutes, and he looks at it and shrugs before throwing it back on the table. It could be a wife or a girlfriend, I don't know it doesn't matter unless he says it does. In the end I have conversation that can make his mind run cross country, and he responds to that."

"I only went out for cross country because I like the winged foot warm up jackets."

"And to show people just how slow you were in every facet."

"There was that."

"So what I am discovering about him is that he is a typical guy that would have no problem getting into my bed, but my space, my voice intoxicates him more than the red wine, and its long enough for both of us to take advantage of a different aspect of our relationship."

"You got patience for all this?"

"I'm sitting with you, right?"

"Oh."

"What are friends for, huh? I figure this is what its for."