Living The Sweet Life I was a nervous wreck, thinking I hadn’t been on a date in years. As I pulled up to her front door, she was waiting for me on her porch swing. Her name was Honey Reese, but she was known around Hershey, Pennsylvania as “Good and Plenty.” Still, I was tired of dating pure milk chocolate, and even though I felt like an old “Butterfinger” on a date, I wanted a little action. After she hopped in, it was a short drive down to “5th Avenue” and Vine. “The Chocolate Factory” was a swinging disco place, and was usually full of nuts on the weekends. I had always dated the pretty little “Lemon Drops” there, but always scored a big “Zero” when it came to shooting for the “Milky Way” (if you get my drift). After some drinks and small talk we hit the dance floor, although I hadn’t cut a rug in years. We must have looked like a couple of “Zagnuts” out there on the tiles, judging by the “Snickers” and “Chuckles” from a few of the people there. During the slow dances, I felt like she was melting in my arms as we danced the night away. But all too soon it was closing time, so we ran across the street to the “Klondike Bar.” It was an old shack, run by a man named “Mr. Goodbar.” He made the best “Red Hots” in town. On Friday nights, they packed the place with their “Swedish Fish” platter special. We ordered a bowl of the red hots and sat in the corner, where the lights were dim. She knew how to lay it on me, and I was ready for some action. Even so, I figured I would play it cool until she started chewing on a “Twizzler.” All of a sudden, I was feeling funny inside, thinking my “Starburst.” I told her to cool it, and I paid the tab. Thinking maybe I wasn’t ready for a home run after all, I froze up on the drive to her place. But she nibbled on my ear, and soon I was a chocolate mess. She was hard to resist and melted every “Ice Cube” left in me. As we pulled up to her house, she reached over and turned off the car. She smiled, and put her hand on my “Almond Joy.” I couldn’t hold back, and touched her “M & M’s.” One thing lead to another, and before long, I was getting “A Bit O Honey.” We shared a night of “Hershey’s Kisses”until the next morning when we parted ways. A month later, she informed me she was in a “Crunch” for money as she was now the mother of “Three Musketeers.” I told her I would help her on “Pay-Day” if that was alright. I felt like I need to do the right thing, and married her. We bought a cute home in the country to raise our “Sugar Babies.” Our closest neighbors were two “Jolly Ranchers” that lived a mile away. The babies act like “Goobers” sometimes, but after all, they are all my little “Nut Goodies.”
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 20:56:03 +0000