That whole series of meetings was a disaster. Jeanette always treated me as a friend after that, though, and had made me one of her bridesmaids. That thought solved nothing, but did introduce new questions. While Terry makes more than my heart go pitter-pat, Bob isn't what you'd call a sexy guy. If you had to pick the media star whom he most resembles, you'd go for Mr. Rogers, not Brad Pitt.
Some women have a naturally low level of sexual desire.
Maybe she didn't particularly want to have sex with Bob, anyway. I went over the whole mess again and again before I fell asleep. There didn't seem to be any answer. It was Christmas Eve. I had a library book to finish before I opened my presents Christmas morning.