Blind Date

Anthony shrugged, his smile growing, "You're pretty perfect, honestly." he said raising a blush to her cheeks, "I'm sure whatever you think it is that sets you apart from other women it just makes you you and it won't change my opinion of you, which is pretty high right now."
"You're really, really sweet Anthony, but maybe at least hear what it is before you commit to that idea." she said, warm, but cautioning.
He looked at her, trying to be reassuring, while he knew he wouldn't mind whatever it was, if she really had to tell him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't stop her.
She nodded as if to herself to instil confidence as she picked up her coffee and took a deep sip, "Anthony... I'm packing a little extra heat..." she said, voice soft.
He stared back at her, his face a mask of pure incomprehension, "...Alright." was all he said, to cover up his obvious obliviousness.
She giggled a little and shook her head, "Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain..." she said, a little regretful, "I'm a woman... But I have extra... Male parts."
"Oh." Was all he said, still confused.
"...Down... There..." she followed up to clarify with a point of her finger.
He watched her for a few long moments, then his eyebrows raised, "Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh... I think I understand."
She nodded a little, "It's why I've never had much luck with men." she said if only to fill the silence, though she knew it was obvious.
He looked at her as his mind turned over on itself, he didn't know women like her were a thing, they were rare in the world, but it was the first he was hearing about it. She was his dream girl, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her right.
He would have to have a word with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his type was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his type was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, curvy women... His train of thought derailed before it even reached the point of her endowment. It didn't need to.