I got the date right tonight.
Mr. Scratchy, Herman, how are you tonight?
I imagine you checking in, a liquorice hanging out of your mouth. The good kind, the red ones. A cap pulled down on your hair cause you're not in the mood to wash it tonight, a Tim Horton's x-large double double in hand, dressed in those pajama bottoms and a very worn grey hoodie.
I think you're totally beat from work, are wondering why the lead guy in the fairy tale hasn't gotten the girl yet?
I'm right about some of that, I know I am. At which point, you're grinning, dimples on show maybe a slight blush to your pale face?
Anyways, Herman my little twist of barbed wire...hug.