This? This right here? This is why I don't venture into the forums.
Date with a Dtoider
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.
Last edited by Mr Andy Dixon; 10-27-2011 at 12:19 PM.
I sit down in some crummy bar just off the number 9 and the bartender slides a drink my way. I look up in confusion and the bartender just nods his head to the corner.
As I peer to the side I see some blonde number on her phone, I lift my drink smile her way and take a sip. Before I have a chance to turn my head I see a man stand up from behind the shadows, must have been sitting behind Blondy.
The man approaches me.
"Hi my name is Mr. Andy Dixon"............
I wake up 3 days later, naked, in some cheap motel and I can barley walk, feels like a bus rear-ended me.