I see a guy I know speaking with a mutual friend. Everyone knows we have a ridiculous, but fun flirtationship. I walk up to him as the friend, who did not see me – because she surely would have stayed, is walking away and stop inches in front of him, my face deadpan. He shakes his head and waits. I say nothing, sip coffee and wait.
Guy (knowingly): Can I do something for you?
Me (still deadpan – sips coffee): No. You’re still standing.
Guy (shakes head): If I thought you were serious I’d run.
Me (arching brow): Were I serious you wouldn’t be standing.
Guy (grinning): What would I be doing?
Me (smirking): Calling your Lord’s name.
Guy (curiously): In fear, pain or pleasure?
Me (nonchalantly): If you’re calling His name?-In the fear of pain. If you’re calling Mine?-in the pleasure of fear.
Guy (blinks rapidly): uh…
** I grin, take another sip and start to walk away **
Guy (shakes his head reverently): I’ll be damned.
Me (sashaying away): You’ve met me; you already are.