When he wakes up and complains about your coffee, just smile. Show no concern that it’s seven o’clock, and he’s out the door, rushing toward

the nubile barista at Café Amor. When he comes back with long strands of hair in his Beamer, just laugh. Tell him you’re taking a 6-mile run, followed by Tantric yoga. Suggest dinner, sevenish, and show up with shiny red nails. Let a few slinky curls slip from your effortless up-do. Dab your cleavage with Tabu, gloss your lips, wink. Sprinkle the evening with jokes. Be utterly calm when he flirts with the waitress. Take him back home to your trampoline-bed. The next night, when he stays late at work, give no thought to Gigi, Yolanda, or Jade. Accept the drive to spread seed. Try to imagine the silky sweet secret of women that men never leave. …

 

 

 

 

About the Author:

 

Laurie Barton was born in southern California and studied French Literature at Mills College in the Bay Area. Then she moved to San Sebastian, Spain. After several years of traveling, she has returned to southern California, where she teaches English to speakers of other languages.