how about number 40 with the one and only steve kemp?? ʚ♡ɞ
“It was at a vintage store, it was just amazing because it was in such great condition.” X Steve Kemp.
Steve, was funnily enough an acquired taste or at least that’s how you would describe him. You hadn’t been dating very long, you wouldn’t even call him your boyfriend per se. You liked him, he sure knew how to keep things interesting but you wouldn’t exactly put a label on it just yet.
Steve invited you to spend the weekend with him, he warned you that his house was a bit eclectic before you went inside, but you still weren’t entirely sure what to expect.
Steve wasn’t like any of the other guys you had dated in the past, his taste in music was odd. He wasn’t much of a movie person, his words not yours. He didn’t have a favorite color, he wasn’t at all forthcoming with small details about himself.
What you did know was that he had a jukebox in his living room, and old rusted Campbell’s soup cans used as decorations. The curtains in his house were puke colored green, and the carpet had to be from the 70s, at the earliest. Oddly enough the house smelled like cleaning supplies and bergamot, and it made you feel somewhat secure.
His bar cart was filled to the brim with different liquors, and he wasted no time making sure that your empty hand had a vintage glass in it.
“Wow!” You stood speechless as you scanned the room. Your eyes settled on a curio cabinet in the corner, which was filled with animal figurines, and small, random copper pieces.
“Oh, what caught your eye? The curio cabinet? Or the jukebox?” he wore the biggest most satisfying grin on his face, as you took a big gulp from your glass nervously.
“All of it! Where did you get a jukebox from?” You walked over to it, your fingers gently running alongside the fluorescent yellow lights, suddenly dizzy as the lights shifted into multiples.
“It was at a vintage store, it was just amazing because it was in such great condition. I’ve always wanted one and I remember my great grandma talking about it all the time.” It was the first bit of real information you felt like you knew about him before the room went dark.
