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Spite presents:
DATING:
AL DENTE
Chapter 3:
Stealth Boy
by the KillerQueen
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It was a date in my very own town -- no death-defying 90-minute drive
through I-wish-I-could-slit-my-wrists concrete hell required, no
politically-incorrect-yet-still-legal parking game to lose, no
angst-ridden suburban whitebread squeegie kids to piss off, no
pathetic has-been-wanna-be actors to dine amidst. Just a plain pub
date in a plain university town with a plain brown-haired
medium-sized computer-weenie dude. That was my plan.
I waited for him in a dark parking lot (what's life without a bit of
risk?) and as I sat on the hood of my putt-putt, I watched in awe as a
fire engine red, majorly souped-up, hot-as-Hades Dodge Stealth slid up to
me, classic rock blaring inside heavily tinted windows, engine sweetly
calling my name. What a car -- what a FUCKING CAR -- sporty without the
pretense, loud without the annoyance, gorgeous without the label, a
definite piece of steel. I was planning my retirement before he even opened
the door...soaked right through in all my shameful glory, I was.
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