A friend was on a date one evening, attempting to woo a fine young filly. After a couple of Campari on the rocks to open the ‘appetites’ and some sparkling dinner conversation thereafter, things seemed to be going his way. Post-prandial horizontal operations were nearly a lock, but he needed to get one more libation in to ensure the mood was properly set. He suavely suggested they stop off at a local watering hole for a digestif, of the opinion that he was being rather continental and worldly. He thought to himself that a glass of racy, bittersweet Italian amaro, or maybe a rich, herbaceous red vermouth on ice would be just the thing to refresh and stimulate the senses; get the juices flowing, as it were.With a look of stunned bewilderment and obvious frustration, the lovely lass sniped,
“I thought we were going back to your place to get it on, but you want to go listen to music? What the @#$% is so special about this DJ Steve?”
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Tad Carducci, The Tippler New York, NY