If we have sex on the first date, will you meet me again?

You notice the Asian beauty across the table before the appetizers even arrive, and the question hanging in the air between you both is already answered by the way your eyes keep dropping to her lips.

You feel the pull of something reckless, the kind that makes your hands restless and your thoughts completely inappropriate for a first date.

You already know you'd call again — you'd call before you even finished buttoning your shirt, before the door clicked shut behind you, your pulse still loud in your ears.