Man: Hey, Carla. Can I give you a lift?
Carla: I doubt it.
Man: Why don't you let me give you a ride home.
Carla: A ride home? I know what a ride home means.
Man: What?
Carla: We'll get out in front of my place and you'll say, "Boy, l could sure go for a cup of coffee." Out of the goodness of my heart, I'll invite you in for a cup of Joe. We'll talk for a while. Then it'll get later, quieter. You'll ask me if my radio works. I'll say, "Yeah." You'll put on a soft music station, a song will come on we both like, we'll start dancing a little bit around the kitchen floor. As we're dancing, you'll take a chance. You'll give me a little kiss right here.
Man: Carla, I'm not that kind of guy.
Carla: Shut up and listen. You'll give me a kiss right here. Then you'll give me a little nibble on the ear.
Man: Which ear
Carla: Your choice. I respond reluctantly which really makes you crazy.