I'm fond of how most of my characters met, but were those meetings meet-cutes or arguably erotic? No, except maybe in Mars Needed Women, which may be both. 22-year-old May Ri—a brainy engineer who is sexually experienced despite having lived in an oppressive religious society—has arrived on colonial Mars, having signed a contract promising that she will marry within a year. She's attending a meeting someone jokes is a "meat market" to choose a husband who is by contract also on the "market." Redacted for length.
The door monitor said, "Show confidence, girl, or he'll say 'No.'"
May Ri jumped, her heart bouncing off her sternum. [] She rushed in, another worry blooming: Men got to say no?
Auditorium was too grandiose a word.
Seven men in greenish formfitting EM Mars jumpsuits stood on a raised stage of artfully epoxied regolith inside a small up-lit shroom dome of pastel greens, reds, and black dusting.[]
People on Mars were different.
Since most Martians squatted thanks to the low gravity, the younger Earth women congregated together crosslegged on square pillows, talking lowly and pointing. The ethnicities of the contract colonist women confirmed what she knew: Oppressed women, or women with poor prospects, across the world, across Earth, had signed colonist contracts as they represented a fabulous opportunity for a better life. []Their accents sounded musical, even their laughter.[]
A movement; she looked left. Six men on stage talked quietly between themselves. Hispanic, African, Asian, northern European.
The seventh...
May Ri inhaled sharply, holding it, walking forward slowly, scanning the "meat" on sale. Very tasty. It wasn't entirely that she'd had little contact with men during the last months. Intra-dome meetings, vid-downlink, or watching across a field while weeding in a farm dome.
Focus! She needed to focus.
Look at each. Evaluate. Use logic!
But…
She looked at the seventh again. Stopping only when she barked her shins on the knee-high stage… Quietly, she said, "Ow?" and she might have sounded drunk had she been overheard.
Looked tasty. Definitely.
The seventh: He had coffee-color skin diluted with []delicious oat milk. Long fingers with well-manicured nails poked furiously at his book plate. Bedroom hands. While the other men looked preoccupied by the gaze of their audience, the sandy-haired guy with adorable cowlicks poked rapidly at his device, then touched his ear implant, turning away to talk lowly in a pleasant voice…
Providing her a view of his squared-off rear. That was a magnetic sight!
Warning herself of her long abstinence, she took a few moments to judge the rest of his exterior, up and down and midway, lingering… instantly noting his smile and happy nod when he finished. A glance at the competition confirmed the women had noticed, too.
May Ri said loudly, "I choose him," pointing.
A woman jumped to her feet, bowling over five others. []"Can she do that?"
A hand on May Ri's shoulder made her glance back to see red hair and freckles. Her half-pouting teenage tutor, Reina said, "I was going to choose him, too."
"I—" May Ri sputtered, flushing.
Reina shook her, giggling[]. "Take him. Please."
[]May Ri sensed a double entendre, then blurted, "Wait, What about Roger? You're married[]!"
Reina directed her grey eyes at the other group of men. ["Roger died a month ago in an airlock accident…,"] she whispered. "[]I get to choose again. [And…] I'm choosing Rodriguez!" A short swarthy man with short-cropped black hair stood bolt upright.
A shadow made May Ri look left. Her gaze met deep brown eyes and a tentative smile.
"I'm Randolf," he said in a West European Conglomerate accent. He offered one of his bedroom hands, and it was fine indeed. Warm. Not a day under 30 Earth, maybe 35. "What's your name?"
She blinked, but didn't turn away. She met his gaze. She couldn't interpret his nod. She tried warn herself, Lust at First Sight. She failed, for all the reasons.[]
Reina cut in. "May Ri is training to become an engineer. She never gives up. She's fun, too."
Fun? May Ri scoffed, looking at Reina. Randolf took her hand.[]
They locked gazes again. Her heart raced. Her face warmed.
Reina whispered in her ear, mischievously, "I hacked the showers and Rodriguez's cabin cam. His nickname, The Rod, is well deserved. As for Randolf, he's—"
"Randy?" May Ri returned reflexively, then giggled.
Randy answered, "Yes?" looking confused.