There was no point in asking him if he has or has ever had a sexually transmitted disease I thought to myself as he rinsed a dish, placed it in the sink and looked up hopefully at me like a puppy. <br /> <br />We had met only a few days before at the grocery store, but the physical attraction between us was primal; undeniable. So when he asked me out, I asked him over for a 'Test Date'. Not sure what I meant, he agreed. <br /> <br />I cooked and served dinner. He lead me in an erotic conversation about fantasies and fetishes; our likes and dislikes. Our compatibility was established by desert. <br /> <br />He was handsome, well-groomed, world traveled, witty, educated and <br />single; He was almost too good to be true. <br />'You are the perfect man to take my test, ' I said, watching him rinse and dry his hands. <br /> <br />'Oh? I thought I had passed your test already, ' He responded with a boyish pout. A naughty grin stretched across his face as he got down on one knee and reached his hand out to me. 'It's probably too soon for a proposal, but I'll beg if you want me to. I just want to make you feel good. <br /> <br />What do you want me to do? <br /> <br />'You don't have to beg. Just finish the dishes. I handed him a small lab cup, smiled, and tried not to sound insecure, as I explained the instructions to him. Without hesitation, he returned from the bathroom with his specimen. I sealed it and my own in envelopes, to be mailed to the lab. <br /> <br />He was not only willing to take the test, he said, but he also respected me for thinking of 'The Test Date'. We spent the night in mental exploration and I struggled to steer free of falling in love. <br />I was looking forward to seeing an 'A' grade on his bill of health. If his sexual skill was anything close to his talented conversation, we would be graduating on our very next date.<br /><br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/test-date/
