Stroll Around Town

This was during the gingerbread fiasco. In fact- I will call him Gingerbread.

One night, I was studying for an exam or something and up really late. Gingerbread was always up late, something to compare to an owl at times. I needed a study break and he needed, well, anything to do because he was an owl.

I was a resident advisor at my college (a cool one, I swear!) and this was one of my night's off duty. During the summer, I had taken classes but lived off campus in a really awesome house in the historic part of town. (Historic part of town basically means everything is really old but you deal with it because you can walk to all the bars and to campus all within 5 minutes)

I decided to give Gingerbread a midnight tour of where I used to live. Once again, this is a really safe town. Midnight adventures were pretty normal here.

We start walking. First we went to the bay front to see if there were any dolphins, passed the city landmark and then to my old street. How I loved that street. So many memories...

But let's not go to the memories too soon. Later stories.

Back to what I thought was a safe town. About 1/3 of the way down, a random car slowly passes us and throws a water balloon out which busted at my feet. Great.

It gets better.

We are walking on my old street, almost at my old house, and three drunk dudes are walking towards us. The bars used to close at one here, so either they were trying to hit the bars before last call or were lost.

One of the guys looks at Gingerbread and says "Your boyfriend is a girl."

Gingerbreads response "You would know since you tried to kiss me last night."

WHAT?!?!

Of course none of this is true, girl or kissing part.

Two steps later I say, "That was not very smart, Gingerbread."

Three steps after I say that we hear drunk running behind us.

THE GUYS ARE TRYING TO CHASE US!

We sprint around the corner, outrunning these drunks guys, and find a pretty good sized tree with lots of shadows to hide us. (Stevie trained me in the art of hiding in shadows)

As we are hiding in someone's front yard for about ten minutes, all Gingerbread could say to me was "I am sooooo sorry. Sooooo sorry."

We never made it to my old house.

Worst Wingman Award Goes to...

My big brother.

Here are some quick classic stories/one liners.

End of freshman year in high school, I finally started to look... well, normal. I was actually a pretty cute girl, if I say so myself. I was on the track team and this senior had taken notice of me. I was just so dumbstruck by him (probably because he was older than me). He had wanted to ask me to the prom but he didn't. I was so upset because he clearly showed interest. His reasoning?

You guessed it! Big brother was a senior when he was a freshman and he was scared of him. Awesome.

My first real date comes around the end of sophomore year. It was with a guy I went to middle school with and had my first real crush on. Oh my gosh, it was so pathetic how much I liked this guy. My curfew was 11pm... my parents really trusted me, I guess. Not only do my parents have stalker photos of me and him buying our tickets at the theatre, my brother was waiting around the street corner to make sure I got home on time. 11pm on the dot my brother storms in the house to make sure I am there.

I had met this one guy at summer camp and he was pretty cool, I thought. I have a big brother nickname... Stevie. I am the only one to consistently only refer to him as this. I was telling my date all about Stevie and he came to pick me up. He goes up to big brother and says, "Nice to meet you, Stevie."

Stevie's response... "That's Steven to you."

21st birthday is the best one though. Stevie and all of his friends and my cousins took me out to celebrate. I was initiated into the real social world! Some of his guy friends who I had grown up with and slept over at our house all the time finally realized I was a girl... err... lady... err... whatever. Anyways, one of his friends was particularly friendly and wanted my number. Stevie went up to this friend of his and loudly yells,

"STOP HITTING ON MY SISTER!

Did you give him your number? Give me your phone!"

Thanks big brudder for always looking out for me.

I'm sure one day I will thank you for all the thoughtfulness you showed... :)

All the Single Ladies

I had just started seeing the guy from the good Valentine's date. His name shall be... Joey.

Joey and I had only been on a couple of dates, none of them alone- all with family, still. Poor guy. Seriously. I think the only alone time we had at this point was at the movies and I made him watch "He's Just Not That Into You". Possible omen?

Joey was going to a wedding with my big cousin. He had already asked someone to go with him before we started "dating/talking/whatevering." I wasn't really upset because I can understand that these things happen.

The day of the wedding, his wedding date cancelled or got called in to work or something. Joey called me last minute and told me to wear something pretty.

I immediately went into power shopping mode and bought a hot slinky black dress and it's still my favorite dress to this day. (I even wore it on the red carpet at my summer internship in France- it is ridiculous.) Then I bought some black flats to go with it because Joey is maybe half an inch taller than me and I don't like towering over guys (and I never tower over guys; I'm 5'6).

My cousin, his girlfriend at the time, Joey and I all carpool to the wedding. I was so excited to be going and the whole ceremony was gorgeous.

The reception was absolutely beautiful and great food. Not a real hoppin party, though. We had met up with two other couples about our age and we were the ones getting the party started. (This was a fairly young couple's wedding, but I guess they invited a bunch of older guests...)

It came time for the bouquet toss. My cousin's girlfriend, our friend who was in a serious relationship, and I went out to join the group of single ladies.

Now, since I found out what the bouquet toss means, I've never really been someone who wants to catch it. I'm not in any serious relationship and I don't want to mess with some of these crazy girl's heads that believe this stuff and will fight me for the bouquet. No thanks.

I stand in the back not really paying attention.

The bride tosses the bouquet.

IT LANDS ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF ME

and I refuse to touch it.

The girl in the serious relationship makes a mad dash for it and practically jumps on it- she gets the bouquet.

She is now getting married this summer.

Congratulations to her.

I was not going to touch that bouquet EVER.

Flash Date

Probably the most random "date" ever. I'm not even sure what to call it but it was really fun whatever it was.

I was sitting alone in this little cafe across from my college people watching. That evening, I was driving to a nearby city to visit some friends and go to a concert, but they were still in class so I was just killing time and walking around town. (My foreign friends say they like it here because it's like our town has a city center where everyone can gather and walk and there's only pedestrian traffic.)

While waiting, I was talking to the guy behind the counter who I have become friends with over the years since I came there all the time. His friend came in and plopped himself right down at my table and immediately starts teasing me for 1. sitting alone and 2. ordering something from the breakfast menu at 4pm. He was pretty funny and cute and hey, it's not like he was interrupting anything.

We'll call him Louis. Louis is spanish and has a thick accent which I think he purposely keeps to woo the ladies.

Louis grabbed my hand and said,

"Hey chica, let's go for a ride on my scooter! I'll bring you back here in time to leave for your friends."

I had just met this guy maybe fifteen minutes ago. I looked at his friend and said,

"If you don't see me for a few days, tell the police this kids name."

And then I left with this guy I didn't know on the back of his scooter.

We drove all around the city and found a fair- he even won me a stuffed dragon!

Then we drove around the historic city houses for a while... and he dropped me off right where we started.

It was pretty amazing. Truthfully, I have never heard from him again; but you know what? that's okay. It is probably in my top five favorite random moments in life. Good for Louis. Hope you're doing well.

I was leaving for France the next week or so, and my mom was so worried I would hop on some French boys scooter that I didn't know. Before I left she warned,

"You can't just go hopping on cute boy's scooters, you know?!?!"

Why the Long Face?

My sophomore year of college in the fall, I was still dating Jimmy. Things were going incredibly sour and just plain awful at this point, but I really felt trapped. Until I met my best friend who I may name a child after for saving me (but maybe not so don't get your hopes up, buddy).

We are going to call him Linus. Hahaha he will hate that. Oh well. I haven't asked him for permission so until I do- Linus it is.

Linus is from Ireland and I swear the only reason we are still friends is because I can't understand half of what he says to me- especially when we first met. Oh my gosh, who knows what I agreed to those first few weeks after we met.

The way we met is probably the best description of our friendship, too.

We were in our first real production class together in college and were placed in the same group for a studio shoot. I had been voted as director of the project (one girl in our class wanted to be director who, while I'm sure she would've gotten the job done, wasn't quite responsible enough to do it, so somebody pointed at me and said, "I vote Sara."). Ever since this project, I knew that somehow I wanted to direct movies. And dang it, I WILL!

Anyways...

During this studio project, people forgot to bring their reels of tape in for the final project, the script never got wrote, and people didn't show up for rehearsal. Awwwesome. I could only do so much without that stuff and I was so nervous. This was a huge grade and the professor told me to understand that most likely, the class would give me a bad grade just because I was the director if they did poorly in the class. Comforting words.

At the end of a rehearsal- where none of this stuff was present!- I sat on the stage. I looked around, and nobody was there. Everybody had gone. I put my head in my hands and just started crying. This was going to be a disaster. Nobody was helping me.

"Hello? I left me bag in here. I'm sorry, I don't know your real name. I've just been calling you Ms.Director Ma'am."

Oh my gosh, Linus had walked in on me in a huge mental break down. And didn't know my name, apparently.

Now Linus was a pretty popular guy at our school. Star soccer player, foreign, and not too bad looking, either. And here I was, resident advisor, student government chair, kind of a geek, sobbing on the stage.

"I'm (hiccup) Sara (hold back sob). This is a disasterrrrr!"

Linus fixed everything. He called his people, found a camera, and the next night, with one of our other studio hands, we filmed the entire reel, wrote a script, and wrote down stage directions.

And that's how our relationship has been since then. Blowing fires out for the other.

Linus was my neighbor senior year. I frequently stayed on his couch during the summer and brought him and his roommate dinner a few times.

This is the guy that saved me from what could have been the dumbest mistake of my life. I have to explain him so people can understand me.

Oh, and Why the Long Face?... that was our production title for the studio project. Fitting, huh? I also got a 10/10 grade from my peers. Not too bad for my first directing, gig.

So thanks for being my best friend, Linus :) Hope this doesn't embarrass you!

I'm Dangerous

I have decided to use names for people- but not real names obviously except for the ones that give me permission. Soooo, maybe one or two people.

This date is about strep throat Valentine's Day guy. We are going to call him Jimmy.

Part of freshman orientation at my college is being able to go to a theme park about 2 hours away with the rest of the freshman, some college administration, and the student government and a couple of club leaders.

Jimmy and I basically met on the bus. We had previously met the day I moved in when he helped me carry tons of my stuff to my room which was up a flight of stairs and at the very very very end of the hall. I didn't really talk to him then since I was caught up in the excitement.

Anyways, Jimmy and I exchanged numbers on the way to the park and never really ran into each other though we kept texting trying to find each other. (I did meet my best friends on this trip, though and I am still close with them. One of them passes as my cousin and wing lady when we hang out).

Finally, we all leave and I of course go on the same bus Jimmy is on and find a seat right next to him. Jimmy is a junior and I am this tiny little freshman- seriously though, I was small. I ran in high school and was still a pretty active runner. Jimmy asked me to dinner that night and I obviously said yes.

Straight off the bus we went to a pizza joint that was in walking distance of the school. I was still wearing the park trip shirts and probably smelled disgusting- truthfully, I'm still shocked he didn't say anything.

After pizza we went for a quick drive to the beach. The beach had (and continues) serious erosion going on at the time. There was about a 4 foot sand drop from the initial time you got to the beach. Then, you didn't have to walk down steps to get to the beach but now, the bulkhead is completely exposed and you have to walk about 15 feet down to the sand and the tide comes all the way. It's pretty bad and we're lucky we don't get too many hurricanes... The first part actually applies to the story, the second part is just my concern for my favorite city.

This was the first time I had seen the beach here since I was little and was shocked to see the sand drop. Jimmy wanted to romantically next to the water so he tried to help me down. I don't really like being helped with silly things like that because I am not a damsel in distress- so I did it myself.

As I am trying to walk down this thing, I slipped.

On my way down

I accidentally punched him in the nose.

He said he woke up the next day with a bit of a bruise and blood all over his pillow. We seriously should have taken that for a sign and just stayed as friends. But that would have been too easy.

Best pick-up line...

...Ever.

Background first.

I once sort of dated a guy who only dated red heads and strawberry blondes. I qualified for his specific hair criteria and we started sort of seeing each other.

One night, we both were out at a party with my roommates and our mutual friends. (I don't know how it happened but my group of girlfriends were all "dating" a group of guy friends. It made date night easy.) Anyways, we are at this party...

Everybody is playing corn hole and somebody made bbq (this is the south!) and there was music and dancing and lots of fun to be had. My man friend drank a little bit too much. He had a pretty small frame and couldn't really drink a lot. I didn't drink anything that night because 1. I was under 21 and didn't really drink much at this time (if you were one of my roommates shut up... I know there was that oooone time you forced shots down my throat and then sent me to bed almost immediately after. jerks. love you, though :) )and 2. I knew someone was going to need a DD that night... just had a feeling.

At this point in our "fake dating relationship" I wasn't really feeling it anymore. I had started to move on to another guy. I have been told I am awful at dating. This is true. I think I'm great at relationships, but actually getting there is a serious struggle for me.

So my fake boyfriend needed a ride... And who does everybody point to? Me. Duh. Of course. Does my fake boyfriend want to go? Not really. He is making a bit of a fool out of himself and I couldn't let him do that. I knew how to get him home, but I didn't want to do it, yet knew I had to. I used my female sneakiness.

"If I drive you home, there is a 50% chance I'll let you kiss me"

He took the bait. Jumped in the car and made me book it to his place.

I never got out of the car, never kissed him. I am an awful fake girlfriend.

Interestingly enough, I have used that line again and it always works. Drunk guys are not always the smartest...

Anyways, we are in the car and before he leaves he says...

"I'll never get tired of counting the freckles on your face."

A Different Valentine's...

I can't believe I had forgotten about this Valentine's Day... temporary loss of memory.

My freshman year of college I was dating this guy who was a junior. He was an interesting boyfriend. One of the few guys I have dated for longer than 2 months.

Valentine's Day was just around the corner and me and my guy were hanging out all the time. ALL THE TIME. I am glad that when we broke up I still had some friends who stuck by me during all the times I flaked on them... I think they knew I was more than a little lost and just had to find my way back to, well, single.

Anyways, Valentine's is coming up and I am at his place when suddenly I start feeling really sick. He actually got mad at me because I told him I didn't feel well when I was leaving and I should have told him sooner so he wouldn't get near me... Clearly true love.

The next morning (day before Valentine's Day) I woke up with a swollen throat, no voice, and overall cruddy feeling. I had strep throat.

Guess who got it next?

Valentine's morning, he had to wait for the 6am doctor at our school who diagnosed him with strep as well.

He was soooo mad at me. It wasn't like I gave it to him on purpose. And truthfully, I had it way worse than he did. I was sicker for much longer than him.

Now that we are no longer on any form of speaking terms, I think that was one of the best Valentine's Day gifts I have ever given.

Valentine's Day

I'm going to talk about probably one of the greatest dates I have ever been on. But I need to give some background first...

January 1, 2009, my aunt died in an accident. I was pretty close to my aunt (only niece she saw frequently) and her son is like my second big brother.

My cousin was dating a girl at the time who I became friends with and about this same time, my cousin's roommate started asking about me.

Eventually, we went on a first date- which poor guy, consisted of trivia night with my cousin (his roomie), my dad, and my uncle. A few of his friends were there as well, but definitely not a solo date.

The next day, Valentine's Day, a huge group of us were at my aunt's cleaning the place up and organizing. It was a huge team efforts. A bunch of cousins, cousin's girlfriend's, friends, parents, they were all over working with us. It was just this huge outpouring of love and help.

My cousin's roommate was there and he was kind of giving me the eye but we were both really busy and he was outside working in the rain while I worked inside with the girls.

My parents had decided to go to a really nice restaurant that night and felt bad for me because I didn't get asked to go out by this guy, so they invited me.

While driving home, it was decided to invite my cousin and his girlfriend who obviously agreed.

About thirty minutes later, my mom thought, well we should maybe invite his roommate, too.

So our party of 3 grew to 5 and then to 6.

We all met up that night looking very nice and my date had bought me flowers and my cousin's girlfriend had brought me and my mom flowers, as well. The server put them in the back for us because we had so many!

After dinner, my cousin + girlfriend, me + date, met up at the bowling alley with another cousin and his girlfriend (they are married now). We played teams and it was so fun to go cosmic bowling in our really nice outfits.

That night was probably one of the best dates I have been on. It's nice to have a really close family and be able to do stuff like that and not have the entire night be awkward. I think if it's ever awkward with my family, it won't work out... especially because I really do have some of the coolest parents.

It didn't work out but it's okay. We still hang out occasionally... with lots of family around, usually.

I told my friends I would write about the good, bad, ugly, and awkward. This one falls under good. Duh.

Oh, and later on, the guy said he didn't ask me to dinner that night because the dinner my parents invited me to was way better than anything he would've been able to give. I told him I still would've said yes, but apparently he would've felt bad.

Little town... What a quiet village...

I have previously mentioned that I live in a little town. I actually live in a big city and go to my small college town 45 minutes away, often. And that town has my heart and will forever be my home.

Whenever going out on the town, I frequently have to remember that I will most likely run into just about everyone I want to see, and a lot of people I don't want to see.

One time I walked to a little boutique and saw my ex-boyfriend (who I refuse to speak to) walking towards me. I literally turned the other way and started walking the other way. Turns out he still lives in town after graduating two years earlier AND lives about two miles from my condo in college... and less than a mile away from my senior workplace. Guess who ended up seeing him driving all the time?

I love this little town, but sometimes, it is just too small for comfort. It's great that everyone knows your name but... EVERYONE knows your name.

There have been many instances where I have walked out of bars due to people who I have a special past with. Mostly boys.

On St.Patrick's Day, one guy who was a huge jerk to me and I haven't spoken to in about seven months, tries to talk to me. I gave him the meanest look I could muster up (I probably looked like an idiot) and walked away. I did my best to put a brave face on, but it isn't always easy.

I have added another person to the list this week, sadly. It looked like we could have been friends- and really it'd be best if we were because one of my best friends is his friend.

If you're reading this... you've been deleted from my phone completely.

I'm sorry we couldn't be friends, but you threw all your escapades in my face knowing that I had a crush on you. Don't worry- the feelings are long gone, mister.

I'm sure I will run into you many times... we go to the same places and are friends with the same people. I didn't have to tell those girls you were hitting on that you were a nice guy last weekend... but I did.

You are a nice guy. Just not to me.

Latest Discovery on Boys&Girls

I don't know how this just occurred to me after 23 years on this planet, but some guys are like most girls in their dating patterns.

I have dated many awful guys. I've also dated some gems, but a lot of digging through the dirt to find them.

It should also be noted that I have really only had two "facebook official" boyfriends... You know it's official. And then one two week boyfriend in high school- that doesn't really count, though. We were fifteen.

So just a few real boyfriends, but I've "dated", "talked," "hung out" with my fair share of guys. A lot of them were just jerks. No clue why I stuck around with most of them.

I have a great family, awesome big brother and older male cousins. I swear that my guy cousins on my dad's side didn't realize I was a girl until I was 17. All these guys treat me well and are pretty protective of me. Why in the world did I date such awful guys with such great examples like them? (If any of you cousins or big brother are reading this, don't get a big ego...)

But that's just the way some girls are hardwired to be. And apparently, some guys are too.

My friend explained it to me this way: Why date someone awesome who may let you down when you can just set yourself up for failure and expect it the whole time?

I get that.

But I always thought this was a girl thing... until recently.

I am going to say this as humbly as I can- I am a really nice person. I am not saying this in any exaggerated way. This also means that I get this type of phrase,

"You are so nice. You're going to be great for someone one day.. See that hot girl over there? What do you think?"

So annoying.

All you boys that say you want a nice girl, you do EXACTLY what us girls do. Set yourself up for failure with the hottie with either ZERO personality or is not very nice.

I have done this many times.

The whole package deal would be great, though.

Attractive, good personality, successful.

This really shouldn't be that hard... but 23 years of experience has taught me differently.

Gingerbread Commentary

I have full permission to tell this. I asked the guy. Because those of you who follow this know me and will most likely know him... so I definitely needed to ask.

This is just an awkward "dating" story. I don't even know what to call what we were doing.

I have this guy friend who is a year younger than me and we went to the same college. We were really good friends and we basically told each other anything and everything. And I mean anything and everything.

We kind of got to this point where we thought, "hey, this person is kind of cute" (okay, I got to that point but I won't speak for him).

We started hanging out all the time and going to midnight movies and walking around town late at night (very small, safe city). We were always together.

Oh... and he is a ginger as well. What a special pair we made.

There is a big celebration in our little town called Nights of Lights. On a night in November, the mayor gives this big speech and the kid's choir sings and the whole town comes out. The finale is when someone turns on a switch and literally lights the whole town up with little white lights. The best place to stand is in the dark plaza with all the trees because the whole place literally lights up.

Anyways, so we are at Nights of Lights with this couple who is madly in love with each other or something. We are walking around town and the ginger commentary begins.

"Are you guys going to live in a gingerbread house? Maybe make some gingerbread cookies with your ginger kids?"

"Ahhhh, you two are on fire!"

"Don't get hit by a car or you'll be flat like the gingerbread man!"

It kept going. And going.

I should also point out that at this stage in my life I was very not touchy feely. At all. Hugs were rare for my poor ginger friend during this awkward phase we were in. The pictures we have together are some of the most awkward pictures, ever.

We went ice skating another night and he tried to hold my hand to support himself and I loudly yelled, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I'm sure he got some awesome looks from the kids nearby.

But he was used to this. Anytime he'd brush up against me I would push him. Literally push him. Actually, I still do that to him.

I have no clue how we are still friends.

So while this does not really fall under bad date category, it certainly falls under awkward. And he agrees.

This was how I asked him if I could write this via text

Do you mind if I write abt our awkward dating situation two years ago on my blog? I promise I won't say anything bad abt you. Pinky promise.

- Sure but I thought we werent dating according to you.

Exactly my point...

Let's dig deeper...

... into that first blind date I went on.

The guy seemed pretty legit. We had emailed back and forth and I should have known when he said he had an app on his phone to get match emails that this was going to be bad. But I disregarded it thinking it was normal.

We planned on meeting at a book store where he said he'd be wearing a blue-green shirt and I'd wear a big black headband with a black shirt. I thought I saw him when I walked in but his short was more of a faded greyish color with the slightest color blue. I walked past him- in my black shirt and headband and made eye contact and that was when I knew I should have just walked out. He didn't pick up that it was me.

I wanted to walk out. I knew it was him. But I didn't. So I walked back to him five minutes later and he is staring at the door while holding a random book. I introduced myself and barely got a handshake out of him.

I quickly say that I'm starving... I want this to start and end quickly!

We walk to a Japanese house and order and the conversation is barely hanging on. It wasn't even conversation. We had nothing in common. He kept asking question after question after question. I think he has done this before because he had a full non stop list of questions. I tried asking him questions but I got him to say about two sentences about himself.

It was when he told me the craziest thing his roommate has done to him- asked him to teach him how to drive his car that I'm guessing was a stick shift- that I knew I had definitely picked a dud.

Now, I'm not super adventurous or crazy or wild- but I know how to have a good time and still have some pretty crazy stories about stuff I've done with my friends. Picking a friend up and helping them drive their car... Not really that bold on the crazy scale.

The waiter, sensing my fear probably, kept coming to our table and gave us the bill as quickly as possible. It was the fastest dinner I have ever had.

We get the bill and this guy wants to walk around. I said, "Let me check in with my parents; they went out tonight and I'm not sure how much they've drank... We're Catholic." This was at 8pm. The date started at 7pm.

I manage to get a hold of mom who quickly sends me a fake drunk text and then fake drunk dials me.

Sadly, I had to end the date due to my Catholic families antics. As I'm quickly trying to end this thing he goes...

"So, can I call you?"

I respond this way...

Cough. Shrug. Clear throat. "I mean... I guess if you really want to you can."

Date over- 8:30

I said bye. No handshake. Definitely no hug. And practically sprinted to my car and then drove and got some wine and drank with my parents.

My parents friend gave me these words of advice as we sat around the table that night:

"Beauty is only skin deep. But ugly is to the bone."

This is my shallow side.

How did I get here?

23 years old.

Strawberry hair.

Definitely not fat but not really that skinny. I'd go with average more thin side though.

5'6 in height.

White with freckles on my face.

Don't smoke.

Social drinker.

Catholic faith.

Wants kids. But not now.

Pre-k aid.

College education.

You'd think that with those stats I could find someone in this great big world. But I can't.

Wait, let's rephrase that. I can't find this guy:

23-28 years old.

Not overweight.

Taller than me.

Doesn't smoke.

Not an alcoholic but can have a drink.

Some sort of faith- preferably a Christian of sorts.

Wants kids- doesn't have them now.

Has a job.

Has a degree.

This is not that hard, I don't think! And yet... single for over a year with no prospects in sight.

I have ventured into the online dating.

I had my first blind date last night. Here's how it went...

I had my mom fake drunk dial me and ask for a ride to get me out of the date. I had only been with this guy on the town for just over an hour. I think the waiter sensed my distress because we got our food incredibly quickly.

Word to the wise for every person trying online dating- if they don't have a picture of a close up of their face, THERE IS A REASON.

The sad thing is, there was a face picture of this guy... but I thought it was a joke.

I'll keep you posted on how this goes. And in dry spells- I'll tell you about other dates in the past. Some awesome, some ridiculous.

Last night's wins the award for worst date. But at least I can laugh about it. Soooooo funny.