Finesse, My Dear Girl, What You Need is Finesse

Last time we were at the hospital for x-rays, we met a woman there who took quite an obvious shine to Demetrios, and who wrote down our phone number  Two days ago, she rang, and Demetrios announced he was going to meet her at a coffee shop nearby.

"Am I invited?' I asked.

'Well, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you were to come along..."

"That's okay," I said.  "I wasn't invited, i won't come.  Just be aware it's not politics she's primarily interested in."

"You don't mean..."

"Yes, I do mean.  It's you and don't look so shocked."

"How do you know?"  He is so incredibly naive.

"A woman always knows these things.  And by the way, how would you feel if I had recently met a man who wanted to see me again, and I went out with him for coffee some evening?  It's just not really kosher, you see.  Inappropriate and all that."

"Come with me, then."

"No, thank you.  I don't fancy an hour of her company.  You go, and when you get home, tell me if I'm wrong."

"Okay, then.  What do you want to do about supper?"

"To have it with you, quite soon."

He was back in 45 minutes.

"She wanted to take me to meet a politician," he said.  "And we are invited to her house some time."

"We?"

"Well..."

I said nothing, only smiled and nodded.  She's a faster worker than I thought.  Other women who  have been attracted to my husband have had enough subtlety not to scare him off right away.