I am intrigued by you. I would love to invite you over to my house for a romantic, candlelit dinner. I would wear the sheerest of aprons -- red, of course. We could cuddle on the bearskin rug in front of my fireplace. And like the "bear"skin rug, my apron will also touch "bare"skin -- yours and mine. Hmm! Soft music. Dancing flames. And us.
Come on, baby, light my fire. I'll be waiting...armed with a steak, not a stake.
Dear On Fire
Thank you for the dinner invitation. It all sounds nice. You left out one thing, what will you give me to drink?