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Subject: {ASSM} Dance of a Lifetime 6--The Man of my Dreams (006/100+) (mf rom slow nosex)
Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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Dance of a Lifetime 6
The Man Of My Dreams
by Frank Downey
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"Alison, it's Sophia Daniels."

"Oh, boy, am I glad you called. I had an interesting conversation
with Warren while Jay and I were waiting for our ride last
night."

"Really?"

"The boy has got it bad for you. And doesn't think you'll go out
with him in a million years."

Sophia stopped. And said, firmly, "He's wrong about that."

"He is?"

"Yup. No need to surrender your right arm in a bet, Alison- -you
were right. I realized it last night. That's why I want to talk
to you. I'm in love with him. Great. Now what do I do?"

"I told him you were. And I told him to tell you he was. And he
didn't believe me."

Sophia sighed. "Oh boy. So, I fall in love with the most unlikely
guy I could have ever picked. And now I can't get him to do
anything about it."

"You know Warren. He's got about as much experience with girls as
I do with nuclear physics." They both laughed. "If I know
Warren-and I do-he's keeping himself up nights trying to figure
out a way to tell you how he feels. And, if I still know
Warren-he's not going to be able to do it. Sophia, he is
terrified."

"Oy veh. So, where does this leave me?"

"With the ball in your court."

"Um......meaning......"

"Meaning you are going to have to take the first step, here."

"Me? Ask him out?"

"You got it."

"Oh boy. I've never done that before."

"That's fitting, because I'm sure he's never been asked out
before, either."

Sophia chuckled, and then got serious: "I don't know if I can do
it. I know I've had more experience than he has, but I've never
been aggressive. I was never allowed to. I've always been
passive."

"Didn't Warren tell me that was one of the things that you were
working on-making your own decisions, going after things, being
more aggressive?"

"Yeah."

"So, show the boy what you've learned!"

Sophia laughed.

"Look," Alison continued. "I know he's shown some serious courage
on your behalf recently."

"Standing up for me with Scott."

"Exactly. And, not to be blunt, but it is your turn. You know how
he feels. He hasn't said it, but he's shown you. But he does not
know how you feel. And somebody's got to say it, dammit!!"

Sophia laughed. Alison was right. Sophia said so.

"I always am," Alison replied cheerfully.


It took until Tuesday. Sophia spent the whole day at work with
Warren on Monday paralyzed with fright, and spent the whole
day-including their customary walk home-without saying a word
about it.
And then spent Monday night kicking herself for not saying
anything. 

They walked home Tuesday. Warren insisted on carrying Sophia's
bookbag-like he did Monday-to save her injured torso. He prattled
on the whole way home, while Sophia muttered "hmmm" and "yeah".
They got to her house, and she grabbed his hand and led him to
the seat on the porch.

"Sophia. Hello, Earth to Sophia! Are you in there?"

"Hmmm? Oh!......Warren, I'm sorry."

"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"

"Not really. I'm sorry. I've got something on my mind."

"AAA. I thought I saw the smoke coming out of your ears." Sophia
giggled. "Anything I can help you out with?"

"Nah, War, I'm alright. Just something I have to work out in my
mind. I made a decision about something,
and now I have to figure out how to put it into action."

"Hmm. Sounds weighty. Maybe Warren the Magnificent can lend a
hand?"

"I don't think so, Warren. This is something I have to do. And I
have to do it myself."

"Another self-improvement mission?"

Sophia giggled. "You might say that."

"Well, then, Sophia. Just do it. You gonna let me in on it, at
least?"

Sophia thought about that for a moment. Just do it. What the
fuck, right? He was right. Just do it. She laughed to
herself**2014**little did he know what he was talking about. 

"Yeah, Warren, I think I will let you in on it. I've made up my
mind. I have to do something. And what I have to do, is
this....." and she put her arms around him, reached in, and gave
him a long, slow, beautiful kiss. 

And Warren couldn't have been more shocked if Paul McCartney had
strolled down the street strumming a guitar and singing "Hey
Jude".

Sophia broke the kiss**2014**and wished for a camera, because the
look on Warren's face was priceless. And then she said it:
"Warren Kelleher, will you go out with me?"

Warren blinked. Then he shook his head, because Paul McCartney
was still walking down the street, but now Ringo was playing
tambourine along side. He looked at Sophia, and said the only
thing that came to mind:  "Are you SERIOUS?"

Sophia laughed. "Let's see.....I just gave you the greatest kiss
of your entire life..."

"True. Not that there was much competition, mind you."

".......forget that part. Like I said, greatest kiss of your
life, then I ask you to be my boyfriend, and you have to ask if
I'm serious??"

"Well, it was unexpected."

"Only because you're horrible at picking up subtle hints. And
because I'm perpetually confused. I should've done this a while
ago."

"You should've?"

"Yes, I should have. Is it so inconceivable? Me asking you out?"

"YES!"

"Why?"

"It just is. We have completely different lifestyles. We have
different friends. Shit, Soph, your friends are going to hound
you mercilessly for going out with someone like me. Plus, you're
beautiful**2014**and I'm just plain ol' Warren."

"I happen to think plain ol' Warren is pretty hot. You might be
Prep Boy, but you're still good looking. Besides which, inside,
you are the most beautiful person I know. We can integrate our
lifestyles, because mine is changing with or without you anyway.
As for my friends**2014**the ones I really care about will get
over it, and as for the rest, fuck `em. Warren......I love you.
More than I ever thought I could love another person."

Warren looked down at her. She had the most incredible smile, and
was looking at him with complete adoration. He realized he had
seen that look before, but didn't know it for what it was. Maybe
she hadn't known it for what it was, either, but she had figured
it out. She'd figured it out, and taken an enormous leap of
faith. He knew being aggressive wasn't one of her
strengths**2014**but she had taken the initiative. And he was so
thankful that she had.

"Sophia, I love you, too. Yes, I will go out with you."










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