Another one that bit the dust from the archive. We met at a place called "Closed for Business" in Downtown Charleston. The irony of that place is it eventually actually closed for business. I guess they kind of had that coming... But nonetheless, this was where we met for a date. We had been talking for maybe a week and a half on one of the notorious apps. Conversation was casual, but crescendoed into a sound agreement that people take life too seriously, including dating. He high-fived me and was immediately on my side (like Nationwide). His brown shaggy hair and oil-stained hands were rugged, with a slight gentle touch. The conversation flowed like the lagers on tap and we made our way to the next bar across the street. Once the topic of music came up, his eyes lit up. "I have something to show you, he said. I'm not a 'car person,' so I can't really tell you what kind of car it was, all I know is it was an old classic that he took really good care of. We got into the car, parallel parked on King Street (the main stretch of bars in downtown Charleston), and he switched on the ignition. Instantly, an angelic male voice filled the classic car and a smile spread on my face like butter on Wonder Bread. "Is this Freddie?" I said amazed. "Great ear," he fired back. "Once you said you loved Queen, I had to show you what I was listening to on the way to our date." Then the next track, was a remix of one of Queen's famous songs sprinkled with an interpretation from an indie rock band. Squinting my eyes, I listened. "Yeah, but classics..." "Steph," he said putting his hand on my left side. "Just give it a chance." As I accepted the challenge, I actually enjoyed the remake-- nowhere near as much as the original, but it was something. As the conversation slowed and the track ended, our eyes mozied to the clock. "Here, I'll walk you to your car, he said smiling. His hazel eyes flared. We flirted the four blocks weee weee weee all the way home- errr to my car. After thanking him, he smiled and eagerly inquired about another date. It was obvious he was unsure if he was going to kiss me or not. After our hug, I kind of leaned in prematurely and he pulled back. "Oh. Oh. K," I said loudly. "Well you have a good night too!" Smiling, I got into my car. Windows down, I pulled my car around as he walked to the other side walk. Finding a spot to turn around my Honda Civic, I said "See if you get a kiss from me next time! Two Can Play That Game." "No!" He said as he scurried over to my driver's window. "No it's too late," I exclaimed as I stepped on the gas. I could see him running in the rearview. He texted me: you're something! I almost got you. Sending a winky face, I I drove off into the summer night. Drive by shooting pudding shots1 (3 1/2 ounce) packageinstant chocolate pudding mix
3⁄4 cup milk 1⁄4 cup vodka 1⁄2 cup irish cream 8 ounces extra Cool Whip
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