Somewhere along the line American society lost the concept of dating. For awhile it was there, our grandparents can tell us that. People would go on dates or be dating someone specifically which would eventually potentially lead to a relationship. Thus was the point in dating, to get to know a person, to do something fun and creative and most of all, romantic. If you really liked this guy or girl, it was your time to shine, to win them over. Somewhere at some point, the idea of dating diminished. Continue reading “the loss of dating ?” »
Marvin Walters couldn’t believe his eyes. As a “former” computer hacker, he was amazed at the extent in which Gardenslayer had gone to keep his files secret and untraceable. He began sorting through the cables with Ainsley. So far only the two of them and Jack Kelly knew about the information their former source had sent. It made sense that there were three masks, ‘anonymously’ sent by more than likely someone within Anonymous. Marvin was Infinity’s chief of technology, having built and managed the entire website it was clear that without Marvin, there would be no Infinity News Network. He was the centerpiece, the social media marketing guru, and the glue that held the entire project together. Marvin began typing furiously and opening up at least twenty new tabs. To anyone who didn’t know him and saw him in action they would think he was on speed. The man hardly ever slept, constantly building and formatting and designing and finally on his off time, cooking. Walters was the Mike Allen of the digital world and Infinity was proud to have him.
“Did our story come out about the arrest?” he asked.
With the windows rolled down and the summer pop-punk music blasting, the two friends cruised the Garden State Parkway at 75 miles per hour, heading south onto the Jersey Cape as the sun disappeared to the west, its streaks reflecting off aviators while a salty scent of ocean air swept through the vintage 80’s K-car. Their conversation hadn’t stopped in over an hour…
“… It would be simple and affordable. And cute of course. I’d bring her a flower, but just one. Unless it’s a special occasion because I wouldn’t want to overdo it or freak her out. It wouldn’t be a rose either. They’re nice but for a simple date, I’d prefer something, I don’t know, more playful I guess.. like a white carnation.”
“Definitely! And I would leave something on her doorstep because its all about the surprises and what could be better than waking up to something like that?”
“See boss, we’re thinking on those courtly love levels again, and lets be honest with ourselves, that’s just not at all what they really want, even though they’ll say all day that it is.”
The song faded as the car slowed to a stop at the traffic light on Stone Harbor Boulevard, a place that was a heart ache for the driver. Don’t call me peanut by Bayside was next on the ipod shuffle.