You sound like you’re giving a political presentation, not charming a lady.” She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “And now, Rupert Giles will read the State of the Romance.” He took of his glasses and polished them, running through his mind the poems that might be suitable. She’s eleven years younger than you; and not interested in an old fogey.* He looked at her easy grin and wickedly gleaming eyes. Well now, two can play that game.* “It would depend on the circumstances.” “Circumstances? ” “Whom one is wooing, what the state of the romance is.” “State of the romance? Think Karen figured it out but I still not sure who it is. John, since I haven't bowled in years maybe we could challenge a couple ladies to a game.
Hopefully you will all have fun meeting singles and try out this online dating thing...
*Have to ask Wills who this Enious bloke is.* Simon rose and ruffled her hair, kissing her forehead. I don’t think she should be alone right now.” The redhead nodded and went to sit with her friend, who had drawn her legs up onto the couch and had flung her arms about them, her eyes barely peeking over her knees.
“You try keeping randy teens out of a hospital ward for a while and you pick up the rudiments.” Joyce leaned into his shoulder. “The most annoying thing about you is that you’re right so often.” “I assure you I screw up as often as any other man. “Sure you do.” “One word: necklace.” Her lips twisted into a smile.
*Well at least he does not waver from his goal.* “I’ll just go down and talk to Buffy.” She backed out of her room, eyes a bit wild. Willow scooted away from Buffy, almost cowering like a deer in the headlights.
Poor Willow.* Joyce sat between the girls and put her arms around her daughter and hugged her close before Buffy could say or do anything. I thought I’d dealt with them.” “Y-you’re not angry with me?