Blinking through sleep encrusted eyes, I rolled to a groggy awareness of the empty spot beside me.
Memories started flooding back like Starbursts swirling in the Milky Way. She was the type of eye candy that only Hershey, Pennsylvania could produce. Lips painted an irresistible candy apple red, licorice black hair cascading across her creamy white shoulders like chocolate from a fountain and a body with all the curves of dime store candy jar. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and wanted her the way a child desires the soft gooey middle of a Tootsie Roll Pop.
As she walked my direction she said with breath as sweet as peppermint, “Hi, you Big Hunk. I could just eat you up.”
I immediately knew this will be like taking candy from a baby.
“Hi, yourself,” I replied to this walking confection. She was a Hot Tamale. I offered her a Caramel Appletini.
"Sweet", she said licking her lips the way one runs their tongue over a lollipop. I melted like a Baby Ruth in the hot sun.
She finished her drink and said, "Let's blow this candy stand and pop over to Mike & Ikes for some Lemon Drops." I couldn't say no, I am a sucker for girls and girlie drinks. "Look," I said, "you're lucky you caught me on Pay Day. I got a 100 Grand, baby."
Mike & Ikes had oldies night. We drank and danced to songs like Candy Man, I Want Candy and Lollipop until our legs felt like salt water taffy. We wobbled out to my ride. I palmed some Sen Sen, gave the full Chicklet smile and hit her with a Cracker Jack Kiss.
"Oh Henry," she Snickered. "You are truly Red Hot." We headed back to my place on 5th Avenue for more Lemon Drops. That's the last thing I remember. In the empty space on the bed was a note -
"Sorry. You were more Zero Bar than Goodbar."
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