There she was, a beautiful bodacious blonde that had given Kirk the opportunity to take out on a friday night. Trish was off and so was he. She came to the door of her hotel room in a stunning red dress coming all the way down to her knees. Kirk's jaw dropped as she raised her arms to embrace him.
"Hey Kirk!" said Trish. "Are you ready to go?"
"Not yet...hold on," he pulled the flowers out from behind him and gave it Trish.
"Oh Kirk, you really didn't have to---"
"But I wanted to," Kirk interrupted "It's for the most beautiful woman in the universe."
"Just let me put this in some water and we'll leave," said Trish. She went inside and quickly threw the flowers on the floor anxious to go on the date with this hunk of a man. There he stood, 6 feet 1, shaved, curly hair;built but slim. They leave as Trish closes the door behind look at his cute but.
The date took a turn to a very fancy restaurant in Times Square where they were seated but not bothered. Sitting aside each other, with his arm around her, they stare into each other's eyes with pure passion. But then the questions start.
"So, you know what I do, but what about you?" asked Trish.
"Well, I don't think I should tell you," said Kirk as he was ashamed to say what his occupation was.
"Go ahead. Try me baby, I promise I won't walk out of here," said Trish.
"Well...I sell ice cream," said Kirk in embarassment.
"Don't be ashamed of what you do," said Trish. "You have to do what you have to do in order to survive right?"
"I guess you're right," responded Kirk.
"You know what? When I was young, I wanted to be just like you," said Trish.
"Yeah right," said Kirk.
"No, I'm serious Kirk," said Trish. "I've always wondered what it feels like to be in an ice cream truck."
"Well, if your not kidding...maybe you would like to try it out," said Kirk.
"No I couldn't." said Trish.