Re: A table (Sean, Karin)
She paused, then, uncertain what response was then required. Though she prided herself on being forward thinking, progressive in nearly every aspect of her life, some part of her had always quietly held the very salt of the earth belief that bisexuality was merely a phase, the plaything of flirtatious coeds and those too desperate or greedy to make a final decision. It took her aback to hear Sean say such a thing. She warded off uncomfortable silence with a long sip of her drink, only the sharp arch of her brow giving her away.
"Well," she said, dragging the syllable out. A tumult of thoughts crossed her mind, the order of their importance hopelessly uncertain. She wondered if perhaps she should insist upon an STD screening, demanding to see his results; close on the heels of that thought was the fear that she was being abysmally midwestern, an utterly archaic dinosaur of morality here on the Left Coast. She cleared her throat and began again, hoping to get this right. "If that's what makes you happy, Sean. Does that mean you'd rather this be... an 'open' sort of relationship?"