The seed

Sowing the thought is the first thing. He pondered and decided that was a good way to begin. The seed would sprout and some day, the fruit would be his. Smiling to himself, he drove to work.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear. How beautiful she always looked, how wonderfully intelligent she was and how she was indeed one in a million.
The first time he said it to her, she looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes… and laughed out aloud. All she would say was how corny he sounded, like the hero out of a teenage romance.

He laughed as well, and the twinkle in his eyes was a bit wicked. That, was the first seeding. He was not in any hurry for he like her company, her mood swings and her sense of humour. Besides, the best thing was that she was married and hence, out of bounds technically, for a single swinger like him.

Of course, she did not notice, absorbed as she was in the party and the rest of the people around them. Soon, the people swallowed her and she was gone. But he did not worry too much, she would be back, at another party, another place and he would then, sow a few more thoughts.

It did happen like he had calculated, only she got a bit wary. She asked him questions, told him not to speak that way, but of course, he sounded besotted and completely sincere. That worried her a bit at first but then she got used to his proliferating sweet nothings that came at her like they were flies. She batted them away sometimes, but soon, she was looking at him with new eyes. Possibilities, albeit new to her mind, began to sprout. She looked at him like she had not seen him before and he noticed, smiling behind his hand. A little strategic withdrawal was in order.

Thus, he played her, his own little game until he figured he could sow a lot more thought. He would send her little suggestive email forwards, that were fun. She could not object to them and if she did, he would of course, be indignant and say that she was a prudish, outdated thing. She did not react. So he were gently enquired is his mails were intrusive. No, no, not at all she replied politely.
The mails got more suggestive. Persuasive. Then he asked, do you see my emails at all? Of course I do was her reply. He smiled when he heard her speak. There was plenty of time provided one of them did not die along the way. It was a good thought.

Hmmm… he said, one day to her, don’t you think you should spice up your life a bit? Surprise was in her voice when she answered, why, why do you think so? He played her fast and lose and suggested a little fling. She laughed and replied can’t you show a little more imagination? He drooped a bit and talked about how repressive society was. She changed the subject.

But the seed was sown and he knew there would be more to come. Then there would be the day, when he would get to sample the ripened fruit. He wondered if his fascination would last long. But that did not worry him. The process of getting there was sweet.