This time it was a Sunday night. I was just getting out of work. I pulled up to the curb outside your house, and you climbed into my car. You were in your plaid Mackinac lounge pants, a hoodie, and tennis shoes without your socks... You wore your blue beanie and I remembered thinking, God, you're adorable.
We sat and talked for a few minutes until I asked if you wanted to go on an adventure. You gave me a funny look, but gave the go ahead anyway, so I put my car in drive and we took off down the street. I didn't know where we were going to go, but I knew I didn't want the night to be over. You lived a block or two from the public playground so, naturally, that's where we wound up.
The next forty-five minutes or so were spent just talking and swinging, and climbing around the jungle gym. I told you about my involvement in dance classes, and had to prove that I could do a fancy hip-hop move, and so I did. Our adventure came to an end when we saw a person standing by the basketball court, and came to the only logical conclusion that they must've been a zombie. You gave me a piggy back ride to the car, and when it was time for you to get out again, you leaned across the seats and gave me a hug. Your scent lingered on the fabric of my shirt, and I spent the rest of that night discreetly inhaling you every chance I got.
What can I say? When a guy smells good, well... it's certainly not a bad thing.