Seeing her cool reaction he quickly lost his enthusiasm. "Dammit, I don't get it!", he thought to himself. He had tried his best to turn her on but failed miserably - rendering him completely ineffective. Seeing her redden he dropped the shirt. He didn't know whether to attempt to console her or to just leave and hope that she would forget about it. He began to reach for her shoulder as if to console her, but then withdrew.<br/><br/>With an awkward expression he began to stammer as he read the expression on her face. To him, the expression was interpreted more as disapproval than anything else. In his mind it shouted,  "You fool, what the hell was that?" He wanted to apologize and run but couldn't seem to choose between the two. 'Issabella, I was just trying to..." he stopped himself, then picked up his shirt and walked out of the room, shaking his head as he pondered the depth of his gaffe.<br/><br/>Turning the corner be put his shirt on and began to button it up as he briskly walked. On one hand he couldn't wait for this instructor to show up and straighten Isabella out, on the other, he dreaded the possibility that this attempt at being spontaneous and daring would become fodder for a discussion on how not to get your wife in the mood.<br/><br/><br/>