I'll take that as a yes, What time should I pick you up?
I made my position clear with a non-equivocal NO. Even a lobotomized retarded paramecium with a nanogram of the knowledge of the English language would understand my rejection of that bizarre invitation.
I can tell when someone is just playing hard to get. That's ok, I like a challenge.
Let me help you visualize what an amazing night we will have together.
I will pull up to your trailer at 7pm sharp. I will be looking dashing in my new jean jacket. I will honk my horn twice and you will come prancing out eagerly. You will have a single rose in your hair so that I can identify that it's you. I will greet you with a smile and a warm hug. I will then open the passenger door of my car for you where I will see if you pass the test I previously mentioned in an earlier post. At this point I will pay you a compliment, since it's the gentleman thing to do. I will either say "my your legs are smooth and buttery looking" or "your smile shines brighter then a thousand suns". I will let fate decide which one I choose.
We will drive to our dinner destination. On the way over, I will play my "getting in the mood" mix tape for you. It contains a variety from Michael Bolton to Ace of Base. All are sure to whisk you away to a place without inhibitions.
Once we arrive at the restaurant, I will let you choose any 3 items you desire off of the Dollar menu. I will pay in all cash to try and impress you with my money. Although I know by now you are not materialistic my tactics will work as I will see that a sense of amazement has come over your face. During dinner we will sit on the same side of the table and share a soda. I prefer mountain dew with very little ice.
After dinner we will head back to my car where we listen to side B of my mix tape. Side B contains tracks from artists such as Bananarama and Bette Midler. After hearing side B of my tape, you will realize that there is a burning desire that you must quench as soon as possible which is when you ask me to take you home and make passionate love to you. I tell you that while I am flattered and would love to be the wind beneath your wings that I feel we must wait so that our love can blossom naturally. You agree and thank for me the amazing evening. You write about it in your journal that night while painting your toe nails and thinking about your next date with me.
Sooooo, what do you say now? See ya at 7?