Hot Guy & I had an awesome date night. I originally planned a night of carefully laundering unmentionables and folding sweaters, but HG drove up (through cold and snow, people) to hang out. We shared a beer flight on $5 Burgers Tuesday at Rocky River Brewing Company. I acted all beer snobby; he retold the (stretched and jerking) tale of the Thanksgiving long cock — which BOTH waitresses hilariously recreated. This time, the waitress hit on him. We shared childhood scar stories by means of choose-your-own-adventure (I guess maybe I can smell bullshit).
I giggled like a fucking crazy girl. And he totally called me out on it. And then I smiled more. We switched smartphones — he played my sextuplet word game; I became obsessed with Bubble Breaker. Neither of us won our bet against the other. I really like being around him. And it’s scary comfortable.
By the by, I think a night of beer or wine flights is great date idea. In essence, a perfect opportunity to try, nay SHARE liquor, and the likes/dislikes that go along with that. HG is convinced that our food differences will eventually separate us. Falling for the hook/line/sinker, I argued that food was a ridiculous reason to dismiss someone that’s awesome. Then smiled because then I realized I cracked my shell, essentially telling him that I thought he was awesome. Seriously though, if you find me in an emergency room, it’s because he force-fed me calamari.
But I flaked on the “tell me something I don’t know about you” question, and chose an answer indirectly about my creation (ie: my parents). I flipped through my brain files — we had covered a lot of ground already in previous conversations. I was a total blank.
What would your answer be?
I had an incredible answer later that evening to make up for my initial memory blackout. It was about Spiderman, which continues to perpetuate my dorkiness.
Blame the beer… or my childhood. But I think it’s kind of awesome being referred to as a dork.
November 19th, 2008 at 11:27 pm
“Seriously though, if you find me in an emergency room, it’s because he force-fed me calamari”
Ha ha ha ha. I think I have a similar Achilles.
November 20th, 2008 at 7:37 am
Totally agree that sharing Beer/Wine Flights is a perfect date idea — there is almost something intimate about it. Maybe it’s b/c the conversation seems to flow easier or b/c you’re sharing, or maybe it’s simply b/c you both become increasingly intoxicated *together*
November 20th, 2008 at 8:52 am
in the category of “something you don’t know about me,” telling someone that I was in a rock band in high school is always a good conversation starter.
Going further back, I played the violin for a period as a kid…which might be a bit more shocking than the rock band thing.
November 20th, 2008 at 9:26 am
One of the best things about a close relationship with someone is being dorky together. That’s the good stuff.