A single gal spends most of her life searching for the perfect male.
And out of the blue, it arrives.
Aleksandr Petrovsky was a rather famous artist with whom I had one rather infamous date.
It's been three whole weeks.
I thought you died or something.
I did die from rejection. How could you have left me on the street all alone?
It still hurts.
You'll get over it. You're a big boy.
And where did you get this information? I was in Holland for work.
Hmm Holland. Listen to you.
Been there?
To the land of the wooden shoes, no no no no
I brought you a little present. Let's sit down. Milk chocolate?
Or perhaps you like dark? I've got right here.
You don't have a mousetrap in there, do you?
No, why would I?
I was being silly. You know, in the cartoons, when they put their hands and the thing....
OK. Et voila. Light or dark?
