The Little Carnivore's Dillemma

There once was a little carnivore. She loved her burgers, steaks, duck, and venison. If it had a face she'd eat it! More often than she could count, this simple love of meat had won her points with meat loving men.

"I'm so glad you're not a vegetarian" they would say.
"I love that you'll eat a burger on a date" came the wondering praise.

Then one day, the unthinkable happened. The little carnivore went unsuspectingly on a seemingly harmless date. The man showed up, and he was handsome, even sexy, quiet and a little mysterious. The little carnivore grew nervous, and prattled, and chatted, and tried to impress this stranger who had beguiled her so.

I know, she thought, I'll tell him about the lovely meals I can cook... something meaty and tasty!

So the little carnivore began to describe a luscious pork tenderloin with mustard crust and roasted beets and carrots and... it didn't work! No ravenous look of hunger and lust, no approving mouth watering.

"Well, I don't eat meat," Said the man, "But I see how that could be delicious."

Oh No!
Could it be true?!
Had the little carnivore truly found herself in the most unusual of situations?

Yes, the little carnivore had found herself developing a crush on the illusive creature... the Male Vegetarian!

How could this happen? How could this go on?

The nervousness ramped itself up a notch and the babbling increased to a fever pitch until-

"You seem nervous," the quiet vegetarian said.
"Yes, I suppose I am," the nervous carnivore replied, blushing.
"But... Why?" he asked.
"I... don't know" she stammered.

At this, the quiet vegetarian reached across the table and took one of the little carnivore's small hands in both his and just held them... silently... still...

The nervous little meat eater began to panic. She giggled, she twitched, her leg began to thump rhythmically.

"You're trying to make me be quiet aren't you?" she accused.

He smiled.

"Maybe."

"It's a test?" she demanded

"No."

And he smiled again, still holding her hand still. The little carnivore bit her lip and sighed in defeat... giving in at last to the still and quiet man across from her.

"So, let's get out of here." he said, guiding her to the street from the restaurant patio.

And the walk was cathartic, the conversation lively and two sided, the night air fresh. They laughed and joked, and bumped against each other in their flirtatious gait. And at the little carnivore's doorstep they stopped.

"You walked me all the way home." she said, "That was very sweet of you."

The Quiet Vegetarian said nothing.

He simply leaned towards her and lightly, gently kissed her. His soft warm lips pressed to hers, she realized there could be a problem. She really could fancy this strange non meat eater. But as the kiss continued, teasing and enticing, she once again sighed. Not in defeat, but in surrender.

She would enjoy this vegetarian, she decided, at least until their dietary requirements inevitably drove them apart. But until then...