A romantic encounter with a redhead

Poor Len Canayen here. Walt is feeling poorly again [Who's Poorly? Ed.] and isn't up to writing, and I don't want to say anything about les Glorieux until this time next week, so I'll just pass along this nice little story that Agent 6 told me.

A man was dining alone in a fancy restaurant. A gorgeous redhead was sitting at the next table. He had been checking her out since he sat down, but lacked the nerve to talk with her. Suddenly she sneezed, and her glass eye came flying out of its socket towards the man. He reflexively reached out, grabbed it out of the air, and handed it back.

"Oh my! I am so sorry!", said the woman, as she popped her eye back in place. "Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you."

They enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. Afterwards they went to the theatre and then to a bar for drinks. They talked, they laughed, she shared her deepest dreams and he shared his. She listened to him with interest.

After paying for everything, she asked him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time. The next morning, she cooked a gourmet meal with all the trimmings.

The guy was amazed. Everything had been so incredible! "You know," he said, "you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you
meet?"
"No," she replied, adding...
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"You're just the first man who happened to catch my eye."