Memory Monday-It’s a thing…
A few years ago, I gave up on the whole dating thing. Being in my mid-thirties and a single lady for the majority of my life, the dating scene seemed to get progressively worse.
Then it happened. I hosted a small cookout for a few close friends and my best friend, Michelle, said the words every single person fears…”So, there’s this guy we’d like to introduce you to.” The “we” in this case being her and a couple other mutual friends of ours. If I recall, they cooked up some convoluted plan to invite him out, invite me out, and try to make it look like a coincidence thing. Michelle didn’t want to ambush me and spilled the beans on the whole story.
After some fussing and general grumpiness about being “set up,” I agreed to check out his Facebook page and maybe talk to him. His name is Tim and his page told me he was older than me by a few years. I dated younger men. The profile picture he used wasn’t the most flattering which left me iffy on that aspect. I agreed to talk to him on Facebook, no need to exchange phone numbers. Facebook is a crappy way to carry on a conversation, so I finally gave him my phone number so we could text. You know, because texting on a phone and using Facebook messages are so different.
Anyway…He made up a lame excuse about trying to set up a new browser on his computer and asked if he could call me to help him. It was all a ploy to get me on the phone. After a few weeks of texting, I suggested that we meet for coffee at our local Starbucks. My plan: Meet him for coffee. If he wasn’t a troll or complete dork, then I’d invite him to go to a local club where I was meeting friends later that night. If he was a troll or dork, then I could still salvage the night and hang out with my friends. Ladies, always have a back-up plan if you are letting your friends fix you up or blind dating in any form.
The coffee date went well. He looked much cuter in person than he did in his picture. He was funny and could talk about more than himself, wrestling, and NASCAR. I extended the invite to go to the club with me to meet my friends and he accepted. I suggested we take one car, mine, and promised to take him back to his car later. He agreed and we left Starbucks. As we walked, he pointed to a black car parked in front of us and talked about the driver’s crappy parking job. The parking space was one of four spaces where the sidewalk was narrowed to make parallel parking spots. The curb runs in front of one space and behind one space. He kept going on and on about how the person driving that car couldn’t park. Finally, I pushed the unlock button on my key remote and watched his head fall as my car, crappy parking job and all, lit up and the door clicked to unlock.
I heard him mumble, “Well shit.”
I laughed. Tim and I have been dating for about 2.5 years now.