Did I ever tell you?

It’s damn time I told this story because everyone needs a good year-end piss in his or her panties. Though, if you are one of the three dudes reading this, I question your decision to wear panties...Enough.  Let's move on now....

Picture me sitting in the living room of my brother’s house moments after walking through their front door after unexpected (or if you know American Airlines ---- e-x-p-e-c-t-e-d) delays that evening stemming from holiday travel.  I’d been in his home merely 10 minutes before I found myself sitting across the room from my mother who was also two-deep in Cabernet.  They were apparently so eager of my arrival they busted open some merry-merry before the bird's wheels touched down.  Not shocking if you knew my jovial bunch this side of the nuthouse.

We barely made it through the salutations and hugging before I was drilled with questions about this new gent I’ve been seeing by mostly my mom and SIL.  I answered them willingly as I don’t mind talking about him and actually have nothing to hide.  But, at some point the question was asked about what made him different from all the other men I’ve dated/or gone on 1-time dates with, to which I couldn’t answer with just a couple of adjectives that tout his wonderfulness.  But, I did give a comparison answer consisting of:

“Well, he’s NOT the kind of guy who wants to meet you out on a first date for coffee at a nice little coffee house and then proceed to hit on the waitress and exchange phone numbers with her right in front of you”.

I witnessed mother’s eyes bugging out of her head and then I believe she leaned forward a belly laughed asking if that was a true story.  To which my response was, “Yes, I cannot lie”.

Yes, it’s been a while since that happened and not fabricated for this bloggy-blog syndication (whatevs).  A tall, handsome gent asked me out for coffee and left with the waitresses phone number in hand as I walked off never to be turn around and wonder about him again.

And my friends are wondering why I haven’t written a collection of bad date short stories - which would be appropriately be classified in the HUMOR section at your local bookstore or in the PATHETIC section if there is one…

 Via

Date:  August 2011

Time:  7 PM

Where:  Local coffee house

Who:  Some tall handsome guy who’s into the Paleo Diet, some weird form of cage fighting/martial arts thing and had a thing for boyish t-shirts and Birkenstocks. 

Outcome:  I left with my ego busted, but heart never broken.