“You’re probably right. But you look hot... I’m just saying.”
“Thanks, boss.” She smiled coyly and turned to go.
“Hey, why don’t you and I take off early today too. We could have lunch at Jaleo’s, maybe a cocktail or two to celebrate?”
She circled out of her exit and sat down in one of the leather chairs facing him. “I’d love to take you up on it, Ralph, but I have a doctor’s appointment, remember?Rick’s coming in from Harrisburg early because of—”
“—the storm,” said Ralph. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Shirley smiled. “Yes. He’s going to get Chinese takeout and we’re having a romantic evening with boxed wine and Moo Shu pork.”
“Sounds spicy.”
“Not really. Or did you mean...”
Ralph grinned.
“Yeah,” Shirley said with a faint blush. “That’s the idea. You know, Ralph, you should take advantage of the weekend as well. I’m sure there’s a man out there somewhere that would love to curl up in front of a fire with you... get theirRealty-Manfantasy going.”
Ralph sighed. “If only it were true, Shirl, but I can’t seem to snag one. I mean—and please don’t be offended by me saying—”
“Ralph Forrester, how long have you known me? When have I ever been offended by anything you’ve said?”
He smiled. “Never.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“My sex life is fine, Shirl. I just can’t seem to take it to the next level with guys. I’m beginning to think it’s this city.”
“Cities are all the same, Ralph.”
“No. That’s not necessarily true. Gay culture is more genial in certain areas. Atlanta, for one, is much friendlier than say... Philadelphia. Warmer, so-to-speak.”
“It’s in the south, Ralph. It’sliterallywarmer.”
“That’s not what I mean, but maybe you’re right. Maybe it has something to do with the weather.”
“I think it has more to do with your mindset... if you don’t mind me saying.”
Ralph leaned back, crossing his legs. He steepled his forefingers to his lips. “I’m intrigued. Tell me, doctor Shirl... why can I not land a husband?”
“Because you’re too distracted by pretty young men,” Shirley said, then added, “boss.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
“It’s what I see in your social media.”
“Stalker.”
Shirley laughed. “I care about you, Ralph. You’re my friend.”
“Facebook is BS... you know that.”
“When’s the last time you went out with a man over thirty?”
“Ouch. Are you judging me?”
“No judgment, Ralph. Just asking.”
