Re: The Cat: Patrick G/MJ W
[Our guy was like Romeo in Fair Verona, and Rosalind ceased to exist when Juliet entered the frame. Cheesy, but no lie, and Patrick acknowledged MJ's cute without accumulating drool at the corners of his mouth. Plus, he was the type of All-American-good-looking that had made it through high school with pretty ladies vying to hang upon his biceps, and he was not wowed by a pair of pretty eyes. Earrings, dude, those he noticed, but it did not indicate any latent homosexuality. He'd just spent a great deal of time lately considering ears. In short... too late, but, in short... Patrick noticed ears.]
My girl, I know, I know. I must apologize for my brazen acknowledgement of your earlobes. Most unrefined of me. [He winked, which was habit for the guy, and he leaned his elbows on the bar, just like he'd been raised in a barn. But, dude didn't even look down at her rack, which was a side effect of being raised by the most feminist of sisters.
He glanced down at the rock, and, as expected, dude visibly winced at the circumcision mention.] Ow, my girl, no, why? I did you a solid and brought you rock. Don't talk about removing inches from Mr. Johnson. [But, Patrick didn't deny his cuteness. He wasn't that kind of dude.] You're cute too, but you most certainly already know that. [Wink.] I'll take a beer. The dull, blond, American kind, if you have it.