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Kiss or Two Over Fondue
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Ah, man, Starsk. You should see this girl. She's incredible."
"What girl? I thought you were seeing Francine."
"Francine? Nah, she dumped me two weeks ago. No, this is Kim-Anne. She's fantastic. Dark-haired. Pretty, too. And, she's got curves in all the right places."
"And just where did you meet this paragon of femininity?"
Hutch's cheeks heated a bit in embarrassment. "Well . . . I . . . well . . . I met . . . now don't laugh . . . I met her at a fondue party."
"A fondue party? What the heck is that?"
"It's stuff that you dip . . . other stuff . . . into using these long forks."
"Hutch, I know what fondue is. But what the heck is a fondue party?"
"Well, it's . . . a-a party .
. . and single guys and chicks mingle over this.
. . stuff. And if
your food drops in the pot, you have to kiss the guy or girl
who's
standing at the table with you at the time."
"You're kidding?"
"No. I was trying to dunk a piece of bread into
this cheese, and it fell off.
So I had to kiss Kim-Anne who was
standing next to me."
"Man, how do you get invited parties like that!"
"You know Maggie, right? Maggie from down in Records? "
"You mean the short, blonde girl with the glasses? Kinda shy."
"Yep, that's her. She invited me."
"SHE invited you? But she hardly says two words when we're down there!"
"That's not true. I've talked to her quite a bit."
"So why didn't she invite me?"
Hutch shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't you ask her?"
"Ask her? I can't ask her that!"
"Maybe she just figured you wouldn't come."
"Why wouldn't I? There's food, right? And you know I like to eat."
Ken rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Yeah, I know."
"And then there's the chance to meet someone like this Kim-Anne. I don't get it. Why wouldn't Maggie invite me? You must have some sorta magic in the blond hair of yours."
"Hey, Starks—"
"What?" Starsky's reply was glum.
"There's one thing we didn't consider."
Still grouchily wondering just how his partner got invited to interesting parties, he muttered, "What's that?"
"Maybe Maggie likes you."
"Likes me?"
"Yeah, maybe she likes you and doesn't want to help you meet other single girls."
"That's crazy!"
"No, you said yourself she's kinda shy. Maybe she's too shy to tell you she likes you."
"Ya think?"
"It's a possibility." Hutch grinned. "Hey, where'ya going?"
"I just thought of something I need from Records."
"No, no, no. You can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"You might scare her away."
"Oh." Starsky stopped in his tracks with his hand on the door handle.
"Listen, I have a better idea. The next time she invites me to a fondue party I'll take you with me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Then you can talk to her there. Maybe you'll get lucky and drop something in the fondue pot."
"Hey, Hutch, that's a great idea!"
"Of course it is."
"Now tell me more about that fondue stuff . . ."
The End
