oh tall mr. beardo in the lovely dress... you were supposed to be my #1 date. out of hundreds of beardos in that contest at the Mohawk, i felt compelled to talk to you because you dared to wear heels all night. any dude who is willing to do that is bound to be an interesting date, right? it's too bad you had to spend all of yesterday combing the earth for your keys... and did i hear you say something about your bike being in a tree? are you making a Mel Brooks film?
good thing i had a volunteer for backup. with a whole can of worms opening up just recently, it was really nice to have someone that i've actually met before be my first date. and on top of that, someone i knew to be a good guy- a "midwest gentleman" i believe were his words. see, he's actually from Nebraska (my home state) and even though we had only been around each other a few times prior, that seems to make for an instant camaraderie.
after everything, including the kick-off party the night before, i was more than thankful to have a low-key night at the Apothecary just talking and sharing a bottle of Twenty Bench cabernet (description: "...chocolate covered cherries."[sold]).
conversing about music never seems to get old to me. (wait... please let me insert the word "solid" in there.) i guess i was surprised to find out that we have some of the same wide range of likes. Frank Sinatra and Dropkick Murphys in the same sentence? nice.
but what really meant the most to me, more than the opening of doors and having such patience with me fumbling through things, is what he stated as his hopes for what i would gain out of this venture. more than any of my ideas or goals, he wants me to recognize that i am someone worth dating and that a good guy will appreciate me for what i am. they're out there.
you know how almost all of the major football and baseball movies have the coach giving that intense pep talk right before the big game? i feel like that was it for me. sans jock straps and butt slaps, of course.
i'm ready to do this. go team.