RIP, my bullheaded love

He was really well-liked among people who knew him. He had a voice like silk and could sell anything. He could sell ice to an iceman. I met him when I went shopping for a stereo. I drove him crazy with questions, then I left without buying. But I went back a month later. I said, "I was here before and saw the stereo. I want to buy it." He said, "We don't have it anymore." I said, "Good, I can't afford it." But he really did have one and I bought it and he showed me how it went together. Then he said, "Do you date?" I said, "Not very well." He said, "That's okay, I don't really want to go." That was how it started, 18 years ago.