I play along thinking that surely all this thrust and parry was but of a verbal nature. I'd expected more of a Pincer Maneuver. Kentucky's chart while bearing a Cancer sun is littered with Gemini everything. And a Virgo Moon. To say that I'm his ideal woman is an understatement. Words do things to him that Bangkok hookers do to the most jaded of customers. As I later find out.
I raise an eyebrow yet comply, I would show the "gentleman" no tender quarter. I lob an email so fiery, I had him contacting my IT manager when my emails are fire walled at his workplace. He finally calls, "Something is WRONG with the emails, I'm not getting it. I TOLD your IT." he grinds out.
I could use this kind of dedication in a man, I think to myself but gently remind him that it is very likely that "certain" words I've used are in fact flagged by his work email. "You think?," he mutters quizzically then after a short silence, "Wait, why, what words did you use??"
Two minutes later he replies telling me that he is actually praying to every God available to every religion under the sun that he shall be returned to good health within the next few hours. Allah, Jumanju, Kali, don't care, he is practically in vigil. "So," I write back, "On your knees already then?"
"Don't tease me!!! GROOAAN!!!," he writes back. I smile with satisfaction, I could get used to this.