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The first encounter.

Our first date.

Our second date.

The time I cooked for him.

I'm having J. for lunch later today. No, let me rephrase it: I'm having him over for lunch today, but this time I'm not going to spend the whole day cooking, for the meal is not the reason I've invited him over. In fact, I would love to find the guts to bluntly ask him "So, shall we eat before or after sex?"

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