A.J. circled the date on the calendar stuck to his fridge. Today was the day he had been looking forward to for the better part of a week. As each day came and went he had crossed them off as a sort of countdown. He made a mental note to thank his landlady later for her helpful list and the calendar she left for him on the refrigerator. She was such a nice lady. It seemed like she went out of her way to make her tenants lives easier. But as quickly as A.J.'s mind had flipped into thinking about Maggie, it had resumed thinking of Cordelia.  He could tell from their previous conversations the brunette was into him, and it was nice to go on a date with someone so attractive. Seriously, the woman could be a model. Not to mention that Cordelia was probably the most beautiful name he'd ever heard.  A.J. considered himself to be extremely lucky that Cordelia was single and interested in him. He had a feeling in his gut that told him tonight was going to be a good night. He took nearly an hour getting ready, listening to his workout playlist which always got him pumped up. He sang along in the shower, making sure to scrub every surface of his body. He grooved while he shaved, stopping only when he got to the difficult parts. He danced while ironing his shirt for the evening, accidentally knocking his soda onto it. "No big deal," he said to noone in particular, as he quickly rinsed the beverage out and dumped the soiled shirt in the hamper, replacing it with a fresh one from his drawer. Finally he used his toothbrush for a microphone during the chorus of 'Milkshake'. How could he resist? After he finished up getting ready, he checked his reflection. "Spiffy," he commented, giving himself a thumbs up in the mirror. He grabbed his keys and double checked that he had brought his gun and wallet. He really hoped he didn't have to use his gun tonight. It would probably put a damper on the whole date thing,  he couldn't tell all of the criminals in the city to play nice for a couple of hours so he could go on a date. He never left home without the three items he had just checked. Doing so only led to trouble and problems, and he had experienced enough of that for several lifetimes. Recapturing the good mood he had been in, he hopped in the car and made his way to the restaurant, singing along with the radio the whole way.
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