QUOTE : I dress myself - the ultimate tease. He thinks I'm kidding but I just can't go through with it. I decide not to sleep with him unless we are able to sleep together - as in really sleep, not just tumble around together pulling sheets every which way. How many married men could manage a sleepover? I send him on his way. I have visions of his unsuspecting wife sitting at home watching the clock and waiting for him, his dinner cold and uneaten. I like her more than I do him at the moment. We'd probably be friends if given the chance. And if she wasn't happy with him, I probably wouldn't be happy either. Anyway, why reheat someone else's leftovers?