One glorious fall, a coworker of mine decided that I would be a perfect match for her best friend's son. So, she set us up on a blind date - and by "blind date" I mean she had a game night at her house with 8-10 of her closest friends aged 50+ and invited me and this guy (both in our mid-twenties). Let's call said guy Elf. In all seriousness, this game night was fun and elf was pretty attractive so kuddos to my coworker. At this game night - by process of age elimination - Elf and I had a wonderful time talking and he asked me over to his house the next week for dinner. Promising dinner and "after dinner activity of my choice" this seems a perfectly normal and acceptable behavior for men and I have a little control of the evening, so I agree to come.
Well, in various conversations that week, we spoke about music and I learn that he is a student and teacher of music and theory. I know absolutely nothing of this but feign interest long enough to allow him to naturally change the subject on occasion (and he mentions that he is cooking filet mignon for me, so I assume it's worth a few boring minutes on the phone). Also during these talks, he asks of my interest in music artists. Now personally, my taste runs from Pearl Jam to Michael Buble to Amos Lee to Wade Bowen, so I'm a pretty diverse girl. Somewhere along the way I mention liking Josh Groban. I admit it. The man can sing. So here comes date #1.
I arrive to his house in which every door and every window is open and some random Josh Groban song is BLASTING on his sound system. Some people may think this is sweet. It is not. It is weird. Do not be fooled. The night goes on complete with Blokus and Scrabble (Looking back, I'm surprised that didn't run him off sufficiently) but his filet mignon wasn't too shabby so I answered the phone when he called the next day.
Date number 2 rolls up and somehow I am cooking for Elf (still not quite sure how that happened - what happened to Three Forks??) but he comes over and we eat and talk and after hearing that there is no necessity to know Scripture past John 3:16, I am fairly done with the evening, but Elf remains in my apartment and proceeds to tell me how he would love to take me on a carriage ride downtown. Now if you know me at all, I am NOT a girly girl and there are three reasons why I would like a carriage ride in downtown Fort Worth: One, I am an unknowing visitor and think the experience is "neat". Two, it is a joke and someone is filming. Three: I am Benjamina Button and I am now 10. However, since I am already done with this night, I nod politely and continue on.
And then he pops the question. [After only 2 weeks of dating] "So, I was talking to my mom and thinking what would you like for Christmas?" Did I mention this was SEPTEMBER? He had no fancy meal to back him up this time, so I wrapped things up neatly and picked up my dog as a buffer for the inevitable goodnight kiss (another great use of a very old and docile poodle) and show Elf to the door. What did Elf get me for Christmas that year? Use of the delete button.
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