A photo of happier times
(At this point anything BUT snow makes me happy)
I'd like to file a formal complaint against snow on April 16th.
I've been sweeping snow off of plants all morning. (Literally, with a broom.) Poor plants.
It's been a so-so kind of day and I'm not feeling particularly chatty.
I pulled this story out of my memory bank. It might make you laugh.
Once I went on a blind date.
(I've been on way too many blind dates in my life. I don't recommend them.)
My aunt set me up. It was one of those "Hey, my sister knows this guy who is single...and you're single...I think we should set you up."
(Note to those of you who set people up with other people: the he's-single-she's-single thing is NOT enough. If you truly care about someone, only set them up with someone you might actually think is a good match. I'm just sayin'...)
So the guy (I can't remember his name) called and said, "Let's go to dinner."
A few nights later he picked me up.
We went to dinner. (I can't remember where.) It was somewhat painful. I don't consider myself a hard person to talk to. I'll even go so far as to say I'm pretty good at coming up with things to talk about.
But this guy...he wasn't so good at conversation. Really. Not. Good.
Towards the end of dinner he said this: (and I quote him word for word)
"I'VE REACHED MY QUOTA OF CONVERSATION FOR THE NIGHT. I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY."
(It's in caps because...well, just because.)
"Well then, I guess you can take me home." That's what I said rather demurely. But inside I was screaming it.
(This is where I recommend you take your own car and meet the date there. I learned...eventually.)
We got to his truck and he had a flash of inspiration. "Let's go see the Christmas tree at the mall."
We drove to the mall. We parked the truck. We walked into the mall. He said this:
"Huh...looks like the tree is at the other end of the mall. I don't want to walk that far. I'll take you home."
He dropped me off at my front door. I went inside and said to myself, "Noelle, NEVER AGAIN."
Two days later he called me. The conversation went like this:
"Hi, this is ______" (still can't remember his name)
Me thinking why did I answer my phone?
"I was wondering if you would like to go out again this weekend?"
Me: "You know, I appreciate the offer but I don't think so. I'm not interested in pursuing anything at this point."
Him: "Hmmm...sounds like you're interested in becoming a nun then?" (Yes people, he said that. He. Really. Said. That.)
Me: "You know, the option looks better and better every day."
And then I hung up the phone. So there.
I've got more where that came from. I'll save them for the next time I'm not feeling chatty.