Anyway, the date was going pretty well and she presented me with this small pentagram painting (pictured left), which I guess she just brought with her, if things got hot and heavy. (As a woman in this modern era, you gotta be prepared to seal the deal with a pentagram painting.)
She invited me back to her "layer," as she put it. And I said yes and started following her there in my car and then ditched her and got some late-night ice cream. She probably would have sacrificed me to the Dark Lord, but it was still a date and I got a pentagram painting, ice cream, and lived. Complete success!
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