It also didn’t hurt that I was going out with a hot looking 23-year-old named Joyce. Xxx I think I made a joke about only drinking communion wine and then said yes. Looking around I saw quite a few attractive women in elaborate costumes. I made some stupid toast about hoping it was better than the communion wine I usually get on Sundays and we proceeded to sip our wine and make small talk. It also didn’t hurt that I was going out with a hot looking 23-year-old named Joyce. “Don’t tell me you’re actually starting to like Halloween?” she asked, surprised. I ordered a Guinness and made myself at home. I was doing fairly well in a managerial position at a small company my boss John had founded. It was certainly something different, though in the back of my mind I was wondering how far
