I saw Eddie at the Qwik Trip. It was Friday after work, I needed gas and wanted to pick up a Colt 24 oz. Nothing exciting: went inside to pay. Guy held the door for me. He wasn’t my type. I waited in line. Then I saw him He was at the pump next to mine. He was standing next to a beautiful tricked out, custom painted, custom built Malibu convertible.
I liked him even better than his car.
As I pumped my gas, I restrained myself from rushing up to him and saying “Think Marvin Gaye and Sexual Healing. Think BabyFace’s Whip Appeal.”Think Mariah Carey: We Belong Together ”.
He gave me a nice smile. My heart raced. I melted. Said I liked his car. Just then two women pulled up “Excuse us- aren’t you 50 cent?” They were smitten too.
I said ” He’s much better looking than Fiddy.” He smiled, said his name was Eddie. In tribute, I got in my car, opened the sun roof, blasted a 50 cent CD. As I drove away he laughed, gave me a thumbs up. Ever since I’ve longed to see Eddie again- my heartthrob at the Qwik Trip.