“Every date?” I asked.

“Every one,” Larry said.

I cleared my throat and took another sip from my milkshake. It was Halloween night at the local bar and the wait staff were dressed in their crazy finery. Our waitress was a zombie.

I wasn’t sure we were on a date or if this was a friends hanging out kind of situation.

“Wanna come see what I’ve collected?” He asked.

I picked a French fry and dunked it in the ketchup, and the image started making me feel quesy.

“I’ve got to get going,” I said. The bar was emptying out. I didn’t want to be alone with him. The waitress zombie was making me more anxious.

“Maybe another time,” he said. “Hey, can I have your autograph on this napkin?”

He pushed the cocktail napkin toward me and took out a pen.

“For my collection,” he said.