So, I went out with my friend's roommate a while ago. We went out for drinks, shared a few laughs, went out for a walk in the park and then....sex. I'd planned for us to go to a little dive for a Prince listening party, but sex happened. On the first date. Accidental, without warning, flexible, insatiable, dirty, as-if-I-didn't-have-to-work-in-the-morning sex. Seeing as we had the second worthwhile date conversation I've had in almost four months, I got in touch with her to lobby for a second date. The following is a piece of that conversation.....
Me: So, I'm thinking we can go on the date I had planned in the first place.
Her: The one we went on was fun.
Me: I'll give you that.
Her: So, where were we supposed to go?
Me: A nice little out of the way place. Great for drinks and music. The night we were supposed to go, there was a Prince listening party for the latest album.
Her: He still makes music? Like really? Lol!
Me: ......
Her: What?
Me: Easy, now. Not his Royal Badness.
Her: Why not? He made music when my mom was in college. Let that simmer.
What I'm about to say may come across shallow or awful or any myriad of things. Whatever. I have rules. They're my ABC's. P is for Prince. It doesn't matter how good your conversation is, how smart you are, what sexy heels you have on, how good you look naked (Oh, for the love of Zeus, that woman looks good naked)....thou shalt not blaspheme against his Royal Badness. Ever. When a Prince song comes on, you don't change it. We listen until the song's over. When Purple Rain is on, unless the Houston Texans are playing, I am watching Purple Rain....specifically the opening where he plays "Let's Go Crazy." I understand that everyone is not a Prince fan. That's totally fine. But when I am in Prince Mode....this is the thing that takes you from the Cheesecake Factory to Denny's.
I'm okay with getting crap for this one.
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