Yesterday I was at Richard's place to practice walking in heels (he gives me feedback and hints). When we had been practicing for quite some time, his phone rang and I sat down while he answered it.

He shortly cupped the mic and whispered to me: "It's Manfred, the professor." Then he continued to talk with him. Seemed to be quite boring stuff, but then I heard:

"...yes, it was very obvious that you enjoyed that evening, my friend... yes, for sure, she *is*...girlfriend? oh, no, just like a friend...are you kidding? Of course do we fuck, too."

He shortly looked at me with a broad grin on his face. Then the conversation went on:

"...ok, I think she'd be pleased...no, no, don't worry... of course, she is, but she's really attracted by you–don't ask me why, old boy...haha..."

Then he again cupped the mic and asked me: "Anything planned for sunday evening already?" I denied and he said to the professor: "Sunday's fine...ok...yes, I'm sure...ok, so see you then. Bye."

Then he canceled the call and said: "I'd say we've to practice some more, sweetie, you've got a date."

Wow! In two days I'll meet Professor Beckert again–this time it's just me and him. I'm so excited!