Let's play pretend! Describe how you imagine your date with another Dtoider would go!
Here are the rules:
1) Be nice. Don't treat this as an opportunity to say something mean and/or crude about somebody who might not appreciate it.
2) Be nice! Seriously. Let's keep this fun
Here's my take...
I knock twice on the door of the van, anxious to gather my date and hit the road. Pulling my robe tighter around me, I watch as a mangy cat feasts on a dead dog behind the dumpster a few yards away. An ambulance siren echoes down the alleyway.
"Just a minute!" I hear from inside the van. "I'm putting on my shoes!"
Hm. Sounds husky. I think.
I kick at the puddle beneath my feet, debating whether to just turn tail and forget about the entire thing. What kind of woman lives in a van in an alleyway? I wonder. Fucking Craigslist.
As if reading my thoughts, the door slides open and I raise a hand to shield my eyes against the fluorescent light I'm now bathed in.
"Ready!" my date exclaims.
I lower my hand as my eyes adjust to the glow. Inside the van is man. A hairy man. A very, very hairy man.
Wearing nothing but shoes.
"Let's do this thing, sugar tits" the man orders.
I'm no longer in control of myself. The man takes my hand and leads me into the van as the rain begins to fall harder, ticking against the metal roof. As I step inside, I mumble with what little will I can muster:
"Who... who are you?" I ask.
"You can call me PappaDukes," he says. "And your name is Number 93."
He slams the door closed. The cat behind the dumpster perks its ears up at the sudden thud, then licks its paws and wipes dog bits from its whiskers.
The rain keeps falling.