1001 Insomniac Nights

I looked closely at his gun license, then back at him. “But this says your name is Dan Pierce.”

He snatched it back from me with a panicked look, then forced the calm, reserved expression back on his face. “That’s just my earthly name. But my soul’s name is Guy van Hellsing. So you see,” he explained, “my real name is Guy van Hellsing.”

She considered. “Were you looking for something in particular?”
“Well, yeah. I need a gift that says something.”
“Like what?”
“I need a gift that says we’re not dating, but I still kind of like you. But we’re not dating.”

“Welcome to Baskin Robbins. May I take your order please?” I could tell by the girl’s voice that she really wanted me to go away; or at least order something quick and easy. But what fun would that be?

As I ran in, three minutes to close, I noticed there was a cute red-head behind the counter holding keys in her hand. And giving me a look like she wanted to kill me.

“Hi,” I said, a little out of breath.

“We’re closed.”

So once she finished up at work, Holly and I decided to go to Café Yoko’s for dinner. I don’t know why. Café Yoko’s is a shit place to take a date. Not because of the food, or the atmosphere, but the clientèle. And not all of them, really, just a couple of dicks. But [...]