The Dream Date
March 28, 2009
Killer served the fancy meal while wearing his fancy clothes. His dinner date looked at him with smoldering passion. "You are delicious", she thought to herself, afraid to say the words out loud; afraid that the dream date would suddenly end if she gave voice to her desires.
Killer lit some food on fire and said something in French. His velvet dinner jacket shimmered in the candlelight. He lit a cigarette and luxuriated in watching his date eat the fancy food. Killer was no fool and could sense her desire. "Putty", he couldn't help thinking to himself. He had the whole evening planned. "Care to watch a movie?" he asked casually, "I've got some really good stuff". “I’d love to Mark” she replied. “Please, call me Killer” he said matter-of-factly. “Oh”, she was confused. “It’s nothing, that’s what my friends call me”, he relieved her fears.
She made her way to the bean-bag chair as he perused through his video collection. He smiled wryly when he spotted the one that would be perfect for this evening. As he fiddled with the VCR, she asked, “Don’t you have DVD’s?” “Err, no, I ah, allot of these aren’t available on DVD”, he contained his frustration with her question.
The movie started and Killer slunk down into his own bean bag chair. He skipped past the opening credits to a point in the movie that showed a man standing on a large rock by a flowing river. The man had a fishing rod that he cast toward the water and began to speak in terms the woman couldn’t follow. “That’s fly fishing”, Killer pointed gleefully to the television and giggled as he told her, “I know him”. “That’s my friend Bender”. She thought it was odd but kept it to herself for now. “What kind of movie is this?” she asked.
By now Killer was cackling loudly and waving at the screen, “This is great”. “Don’t you see, he’s giving a lesson”? She was getting nervous. “I fish with him sometimes and we went on a trip in 1980 and crossed the Rio Grande and everything”, he was beside himself with joy at this point. The woman was embarrassed for him but Killer just kept going on about running from bears in the Smoky Mountains and his friends, Vic Morrow and Pablo. His eyes were transfixed on the screen as she made her way out the door to her car.
“Boy, what a lady-killer” was her last thought as she drove away.
POSTED BY HAR
Dude, what you did with those cows!