The Wilderness ROSSMAN
This past
weekend I took the always cute and sometimes excitable Katie
Marlow out on a date. She actually agreed to see me after
I promised I'd let her meet Robot Pedro so that she could study
his high tech innards (she's a computer programming student).
I of course shut the flesh-hating machine man down and removed
his CPU before she came over. I told her he was sleeping and
that we shouldn't wake him. Anyway, on to the rating of the
date!
The conversation
was nice but very light (even for a first date). I tried to
get her to talk about her family or her roommates but she just
kept looking over her shoulder and interrupting my questions
with her own questions about the weather. That got old pretty
quick and I was forced to remove 2 points from the score. We
first went to the movie theater to see A.I.. She didn't
want any popcorn and she kept covering her eyes during the film
so there was no chance we'd ever get to hold hands. This would
have deducted at least 5 points had Katie not allowed me to
give her a piggy-back ride to the car after the show. After
the movie we drove to The Basil Press for a high priced and
hopefully impressive dinner. She seemed happy and was eager
to bash Spielberg's inane epic with me over the course of the
meal, but then she seemed to glimpse something from the corner
of her eye and she became distracted again. Soon she was totally
ignoring me and was on the verge of tears for some reason or
another. She refused to tell me why and she didn't even have
any dessert!! Urgh!! They have the best German chocolate cake
in the whole damn town!!
I drove her
back to her apartment and walked her up to her door. Once again
she seemed to be looking past me though, and every time I tried
to turn my head to see what she was looking at she would just
grab my face and make me look at her. Finally she pulled me
down to her level and gave me the most unbelievable and unforgettable
frenching I've ever gotten in my pitiful little life! She even
climbed on top of me like I was some kind of sexy, man-mountain
of muscle (which I am) and proceeded to give me three hickies
on each side of my neck to wear as badges of honor. We said
goodnight and I drove home in a dazed and blissful condition
more dangerous than a half dozen Killian's Irish Red.
Even though
it had a slow and sometimes annoying first third, the date picked
up a bit during the second act. But it was the final scene that
left a lasting impression in my mind. I'd have to give
My Date With Kate a 93.4% out of 99.98. If only the
rest of the night had been as pleasant as the last act. |