True Tales of Romance and Seduction
I had a date of sorts last night. We were at a bar and in the middle of the whole "getting to know each other" process which was tripping along a little more stiltedly than I preferred.
A sprightly fiddle and jug country tune started playing over the speakers, the kind that would be the perfect soundtrack to a sped-up chase scene involving bearded hillbillies in long underwear.
I gave her a look of surprise, pointed up towards the backwoods melody dancing above our heads, and with utmost sincerity I said, "This happens to be my lovemaking music."
A sprightly fiddle and jug country tune started playing over the speakers, the kind that would be the perfect soundtrack to a sped-up chase scene involving bearded hillbillies in long underwear.
I gave her a look of surprise, pointed up towards the backwoods melody dancing above our heads, and with utmost sincerity I said, "This happens to be my lovemaking music."