Ok, here's how it went down.

I went down to the meat store a little before closing to pick up some chicken. Hair done, and make up fierce. I walk in, he is huddled up in a suede jacket, and khakis. It's cold in there.

We start talking about music again. He admits he hasn't heard my CD yet but it's in the car. He's rocking the new Jay Z, he says it's pretty good. We get on the subject of Prince and his crazy ways these days. He says he has the new Prince but didn't understand much of it. He said he'd make me a copy. I haven't heard great things about it however. But to have a CD he made for me. Wow. He sees my chicken, and asks if I am cooking tonight. I tell him yeah, when are you coming through? His eyebrows go up, like he's surprised I was so non chalaunt about it. He said he has something to do tonight. I made the cute pouty face, and said I'd try my best not to be hurt. He puts his hand over his heart and says "That's the last thing I want to do to you is hurt you." I was like, no it's cool, it's pretty short notice. I should respect you more, and give you some notice. I'd want the same courtesy. I was just trying to get my feet wet anyway by asking. If he would have said yeah, the game would have changed. He says he doesn't even know where I live. I tell him the area, and what the route is quickest. He understood. I couldn't help but wonder what he had to do, but I'll keep my musings to myself. We talked and talked till customers came in, again, and I excused myself and told him to listen to the CD. He said ok, the end.

WHAT UP WITH THESE GAS PRICES YO~!