Mitch let out a low whistle. "Damn, Bridget, we are a lucky couple of girls."

Carl looked at her funny. "I didn't think you'd notice me."

"Why not?"

"Well, y'know," Carl pointed at himself, "guy."

"I'm not sexually attracted to cars, either, but I can tell when one looks good."

Everyone laughed, and Carl responded, "Point taken."

It was a wonderful day, swimming, laughing, throwing a Frisbee around. Eventually, though, we'd had enough sun and we decided to head back to Carl and Bridget's condo.

We stopped at a grocery store on the way and got ingredients for a pasta dish that Mitch promised to prepare for dinner. She and...