Manicured

Unfazed, he gave me his card in case I might want to call him. I took it, but warned him, "Look, I don't CALL guys, if that's what you mean."

"Let me have your number as well," he suggested as we were parting. I didn't see why not, and gave it to him.

When he called for a date 10 days later, I didn't remember at first who he was. But then I remembered clearly and in every detail. His eyes, the broad shoulders, the beautifully-manicured hands. Everything.