All women have received them at one time or another. Those late night phone calls from lonely ex-boyfriends. It was particularly funny when it happened to me, because the ex in question had been putting so much effort into acting like he never wanted to speak to me again. Then one night, the phone woke me and there he was.
"Hello," I said wearily.
"Hi Deborah, it's Steve."
"What do you want Steve?" I asked with no intonation.
"Well, um, I have been thinking, and well, I miss certain aspects of our relationship," Steve said. "I mean, sometimes I miss the good times we shared."
In an effort to cut through the bullshit I said, "You miss the sex."
"Well, yes. Yes I miss the sex," Steve said in a 'there I got it out' kind of tone.
"Hmm," I replied just letting the silence sink in for a moment. "And what about that new person you have? Isn't she keeping you happy?"
"Oh, Celeste. She makes me much happier than I have been in other relationships. It's just... I..."
"I know what you are saying Steve," I said as a hint of reminiscence crept into my voice. "I know what you miss. I miss those things too. If you want, we can revisit them. But I must warn you. Our last scene was part of a larger relationship. Believe it or not I was taking it easy on you. If we were to do a scene, you would find it a very different experience for you than back when we were dating. I would just be doing what I wanted to do to you. Make no mistake Steve, if the two of us were to get together, I predict more kinkier and hotter times."
