"Well done," she said. "Not tonight. Just the house merlot."
"Very pedestrian of you."
"I'm like to keep in touch with the common man. Or woman."
"You don't seem very common," he said. "I'm guessing you went to a highly competitive university, studied hard, worked your way up the corporate ladder to a well-paid managerial position."
"No, no, no," he said, shaking his head. "You've got to tell me if I'm on the right track."
She sat up straight and took a sip from the wine glass before her. Then she turned slightly towards him. "Some of that is right. "I graduated from Bryn Mawr. Got a job at a non-profit out of college, until a met a very handsome man.
"Bit of a soundrel."
"I managed to tame him though."
"Did he mind that?"
"You'd have to ask him," she said.
"Sounds like a worthy adversary," he said.
"Men," she said, shaking her head, "and competition."
"We're not all always competitive."
"But I'm guessing when the two of you first met, you didn't just throw yourself at him. No doubt you played it aloof--at least in the beginning--to see if he was worthy of your interest. Didn't always return his call right away. Had your roommate tell him you were out, even when you were staying in for the night wearing Bryn Mawr sweats. Maybe even," he said, with a little sarcastic fanfare, "kept a guy on the side initially just in case this handsome scoundrel didn't pan out."