First Impressions

Matt: "You look very beautiful, sitting there, staring at me."

Cassie: "I don't know whether to be flattered by that or amused at your
lack of
originality."

Matt: "Oh, come on - you're not telling me you've had better chat-up
lines thrown at you."

Cassie: "Hmm - had better, had worse."

Matt: "So why are you here alone, if you've had better?"

Cassie: "You're smirking. Good point, clever you. Alright, you may
continue."

Matt: "Continue what, gorgeous?"

Cassie: "Flirting outrageously. Come on, entertain me. I'm
bored."

Matt: "What a pretty name, I'm Matt."

Cassie: "Ha, ha - actually, it's Cassie."

Matt: "Cassie? Short for what?"

Cassie: "Cassandra."

Matt: "Oh dear - I can see why you shortened it."

Cassie: "Bastard."

Matt: "I never knew Ruth had such charming friends."

Cassie: "She doesn't - I'm a friend of Gary's."

Matt: "Oh. Does Ruth know?"

Cassie: "Oi! Of course she does - Gary and I work together. Cheeky
sod."

Matt: "You know you love it. So, are you charmed yet?"

Cassie: "Hmm - how charmed do I have to be?"

Matt: "Well - are you coming home with me?"

Cassie: "We've only just met!"

Matt: "So - this is the year 2001. Thought you were one of those
post-feminist modern women?"

Cassie: "Nah - I'm the old-fashioned kind. You know - the sort that
doesn't believe in one night stands."

Matt: "But they can be such fun!"

Cassie: "I'm thirty-five. I'm too old for fun."

Matt: "Aha - so you want a nice, cosy marriage, well-behaved husband,
two point four children, dog, hamster, and mobile phones all
round!"

Cassie: "Oh, I see you've got me all worked out. Actually, that's the
last thing I want - you were right, I'm a career woman. Surprisingly
though, in this day and age, I have morals as well as a high pay
packet."

Matt: "Okay, then how about dinner tomorrow night?"

Cassie: "Tempting. Yes, if you promise to behave and don't expect to be
asked up for 'coffee' when you drop me at my door afterwards."

Matt: "Oh - so I'll be dropping you at your door, will I?"

Cassie: "Yes, and you'll be paying too."

Matt: "Right you are, Cassandra."

Cassie: "Good. Now that's sorted, you can go and fetch me a
drink."

Matt: "Do you want me to grovel on the floor and lick your boots too,
Your Highness?"

Cassie: "Oh yes, I love my men at my feet."