A Night to Remember

I've been on 3 dates before. Two have been completely blocked from my memory (I only know that they happened because of the community newspaper), and one was last night. It went like this:

Stepping through the bead-curtain, I scanned the Jamaican/Grecian eatery called 'Pizza Peninsula' for a suitably alone woman. Mostly red-faced heavy breathing types, save for one regal little jazz-muffin at the far corner. Without a moment's though, I walked purposefully towards her, trying to blind her with confidence.

Success! I sat down and wasn't maced!

The following conversation is transcribed for your experiencing pleasure:

HN: Ah haha, I'd ask if this seat was taken, but I know it is, now, by me!

Woman: That's... true.

HN: (suddenly nervous, feeling the adrenaline tablet wearing off) I ... wrote that line four years ago.

Woman: ... It held up pretty well.

HN: (Talks chapeau off and looks down modestly) Thank you.

Woman: ...

...

HN: ...

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We dutch'd of course.