Over white wine. Eating French bread with goat cheese and pâté, with Ken and a French exchange graduate-student Annie:
Ken: "My friend Mary is dating that extremely tall French guy from Gail's party."
Me: "Oh, the guy that drove her home that night? Cool."
Ken: "Are French guys really forward? After the second date, he told her that she's the One, and that he wants to spend his life with her. I told her that it's a total line."
Me: "Why?? Maybe he means it!"
Ken: "After the second date?"
Me: "That's pretty fast, but there's still a chance he means it!"
Ken: "I guess I'm just protective of my friends."
Me: "But if you destroy her trust in people, then she'll become a defensive person and that's also bad!"
Annie: "It depends on how he said it."
Me: "Right. Was he trying to get sex out of her?"
Annie: "Yeah, like if he says, 'You are the woman for my life. I've been searching for you all my days. Do you want to have sex?"
Ken: [smiling] "Oh, that doesn't work? Damn it!"
Me: "You need to wait at least five minutes in between the sweet-talk and the sex question."
Ken: "One-one thousand. Two-one thousand..."