MY DATE WITH RORY GILMORE
BY RAWB
i always thought that maybe i could take rory out to dinner. we'd make smalltalk about latin, the (ir)resposnsibility of press since the woodward and bergman, and our mutual love for the work of yoyo ma. after a few funny mishaps with us figuring out how to open lobster (both of us, so bad with seafood, too embarassed to admit it when ordering!) we'd pass on the dessert menu and go off on our own apres-dinner adventure. we'd make the short walk back to her place with her wearing my jacket pulled up close to her face. soon butterscotch ice cream from her freezer on one bowl, holding hands and singing our favorite simon + garfunkle tunes off key, nary a care in the world.
things would progress, i would tell her she is beautiful. she would tell me we are in a 'perfect moment' and she would like me to just 'hold her for a while'. l'd pull out the movie projector, and cuddled up under a blanket we would make love, a weathered copy of Casablanca perfectly shone on her forhead in a full 16x9 aspect ratio. a night to remember, forever.
Last edited by rawb; Mar 10, 05 at 07:13 PM.
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