A/N Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing. There has been a lot of positive response to this story. I know its been a while since the last update and I am so sorry. I hope you enjoy!

"And he wrote me a poem," Cuddy said, grinning as she picked at the salad in front of her.

"He sounds wonderful," said Cameron before taking a bite of her chicken salad sandwich.. Chase was in the OR, as he was during so many lunch breaks, so Cameron usually ate with Cuddy. Cuddy smiled and pushed the uneaten salad away from her. "You really like him, don't you?"

"I haven't felt this way in a long time." Cuddy looked around the cafeteria but no one seemed to be paying any attention to her. She leaned closer to Cameron. "Do you think it is a little weird, thought, me falling so hard for a guy who I haven't even met yet?

"No," answered Cameron, taking another bite.

"You don't think that it is a little desperate?"

"Cuddy," Cameron began, putting down her sandwich. "Everyone is meeting people off the internet these days. The days of trolling bars for someone halfway decent are over. Busy people don't have any other choice. Where else are you going to meet someone?" Cameron watched Cuddy's eyes suddenly jump to the cafeteria door. Wilson and House had entered the room. "Unless, of course, you date someone you work with." Cameron grinned at Cuddy as Wilson and House sat down at a table near theirs. Cuddy looked at Cameron and blushed, realizing that Cameron had noticed her stare.

"Don't be silly." Cuddy said composing herself. "There is no one to date here." Cuddy looked over at House and Wilson and noticed they were sitting in silence, Wilson eating a burger while House stole his fries. "Joshua is so great, I have to finish my email to him this evening. I just wish…" Cuddy began to say.

"What?" asked Cameron who had resumed eating her sandwich.

"Well, he is so sweet and caring," Cuddy had a hard time finding the right words. "Part of me wishes he were a little more masculine. Maybe a little adventurous." Cameron nodded knowingly.

"I know what you mean. There is something sexy about a manly man." Cameron grinned.

"Yes," said Cuddy excitedly leaning close to Cameron again so no one would hear. "Someone who has taken a risk or two," Cameron saw her eyes sneak a glance at the table next to theirs.

"Are you sure there isn't someone at work you would rather be dating?"

"Of course not," Cuddy seemed to have turned back into her normally professional self, signaling an end to the girl talk. "Anyway, I have to get back to work. Have a good lunch, Cameron." Cuddy stood up and walked out of the cafeteria. Cameron shrugged, finished her sandwich and went back to work.

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"Did you hear that?" House asked.

"Oh am I allowed to talk now?" asked Wilson sarcastically. "You nearly broke my toe with your cane."

"You should know when you shouldn't speak."

"How am I suppose to know when you are up to something?" Wilson asked, throwing down a greasy napkin. "What was that all about anyway?"

"Nothing." said House, standing up and grabbing his cane. He reached over and grabbed the rest of Wilson's fries and shoved them in his mouth. "You just can't appreciate our alone time." House turned and headed back to his office.

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Dear Joshua,

The words of your poem keep running through my head, singing me to sleep like an enchanting lullaby.

'Is that too corny?' Cuddy thought to herself as she typed her response to the email. 'No, I want to show I can be just as poetic as he can be.'

The halls of the hospital are so quiet now that I can't help but think of you and where you are right now.

Well quiet except for the sound of a certain employee's cane rhythmically hitting the ground as he leaves the hospital for the evening. But Cuddy shook that image out of her head, she didn't want to be thinking about House.

I want to know more about you and to share more of myself with you.

Ok, that sounds desperate, and a little bit trashy, she thought. Cuddy erased the last line and began typing again.

I can feel a certain chemistry between us and I am wondering if you feel it too. Do you think we should meet?

Love,

Lisa

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My Dearest Lisa,

I am so sorry it has taken me so long to respond to your last message but please know that every minute that I am not writing to you my heart is aching. I was at my cabin the woods that I am building by hand and then I went on a solo white water rafting trip just for the pure exhilaration of completing such a task.

There, that should cover Cuddy's need for a manly man, House thought to himself. Not to mention the fact that all this romantic crap was getting easier for House to bull shit his way through.

Yes, I feel a deep connection with you and I yearn for the day when I can hold you in my arms and whisper all the things that I want to say to you but now is not the time for us to journey together, my love.

There was no way House was ready for "Joshua" to meet Cuddy. He was having too much fun watching her walk around the hospital in a daze like a teenager with her first crush. He hoped that this letter would stall her from wanting to meet him a while longer. Now all House had to do was end this message with another poem, this time about the joy of waiting. House grabbed his cell phone off his night stand and dialed Wilson's number.

"Hey," he said when Wilson answered the phone, "Do you still remember the vows your third wife wrote for you before the wedding. What was that part about trust and patience?"