It was a cold February night. Lisa and I had only been together for a few days. She was a friend of a friend who had left school due to illness and when she returned, I had organized a "Welcome Back Lisa" party. After I walked her home, she had insisted on kissing me.
"Thanks for the party," she said. "I'll see you."
Since that night, we had spent every evening together, but nothing had happened. Now it looked like it might be time. Lisa was insisting on getting herself invited upstairs to my apartment.
"I want to give you a present," she said. Since we had only been going together for a couple of days, this seemed odd, but who am I to turn down a gift?
We kissed as I opened the door. "Quietly," I said. "The landlady is a little old lady. We don't want to wake her up." As quietly as possible, we made our way up the stairs. As we got to my door, we kissed again.
I opened the door. Lisa came in and immediately sat down on the bed. I sat across from her.
"So what's this gift?" I asked, eagerly anticipating my answer. She produced a deck of cards.
"That's it? Cards?"
"Let's just play a while," she replied. "You deal."
"OK," I said. "What's your game? Poker? Bridge? Hearts?"
"Whatever you're good at." She kicked off her shoes; I did the same. I dealt five cards to each of us. My hand didn't look like much, but before I could say anything, Lisa threw in her cards.
"Fold," she said with a smile. "You win." Now she took off her sweater. I smiled, now realizing how this worked. "Still your deal," she said, kissing me.