Well, we can cross “have a date with a man” off of my Things To Do list!!!
SUCCESS.
I found, that even though I wasn’t hopeful or had any expectations for this date at all, that I got really really nervous. And walking into the restaraunt looking around for him…I’d seen a picture and well…the real life boy looked similar, but not exactly the same. He looked very nice. He has a great smile. He’s short. My height or perhaps an inch or so shorter. I knew that going in and wore flats on purpose. So ok.
We got our table, and amidst a lot of nervous laughter and ordering of an appetiser we got thru a few precursory questions and he just bursts out with, “you’re NICE”
“yes. I am nice. Thank you.”
He didn’t ever blink. At one point I thought “could he be BLIND and I not know it???” He also thought that the Vikings actually threw their playoff game. and he read me an Obama joke from his phone…. SOoooooo…he’s a little spazzy. We got to talking about the gym and turns out he’s a muscle guy who guzzles all kinds of “helping products” or as Ringo calls it, a Mark Maguire toddie!!! HA. So, we did laugh. There really wasn’t a connection, like WOOF. I must be with this man. But hey, he was kind. And we laughed. And so I met someone new! We did exchange phone numbers and because I’m in rehearsals my time is so limited. We’ll work something out..or not. Whatever.
Tonight’s date is at 8:15 and I’m very excited for this one. He and I have been talking/texting for about a week and we have a lot in common. I’m glad we’re meeting before the Great Storm of ’10 arrives tomorrow….
You guys, I’m freaking the fuck right out about this storm. I”m worried about trees falling on my house. I’m worried about losing power. I’m worried about my pipes freezing and bursting. Yesterday I went and bought everything but a new house at Walmarks, got stocked up on gas in the car, foodstuffs, cat provisions. I’ve still got icemelt from Christmas, but feel the need for more, and am going to hit the liquor store. A few bottles of wine may help calm the nerves…
The news is predicting ice like in 07. I lived on the Frontier in 07. With a fireplace. and a generator. and my Bonusmom to keep my spazzy butt calm. Being in my own home brings a whole other handful of the nervous…But we’ll figure it out. If I lose power, I’ll gather the livestock and head out to the Frontier.
Ok kids…I’ve forgone the gym this morning in favor of the hunting and gathering. Have a great day! Here’s todays NFTU:
Do you know what we used to call you before you leapt into the jungles of time and space, Misti?
“Gutsy.”
Do you know what we call you now?
“An example.”
Do you know what we’ll call you when you return?
“Teacher.”
Tallyho,
The Universe
Misti Ridiculous 
Yay, you’re out there! You’re doing it! And yay, for no connection because he sounds like the bad kind of crazy.
Tonight, do not be distracted with the storm. You’ve prepared as much as you can for it, and you can’t control the rest, so you might as well enjoy your date.
Big hugs for ya, babe!
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I’ve been reading Craig Ferguson’s bio and it turns out? The exact mix of spazz and literate and stupid and great that I’m looking for is Craig Ferguson. How exactly do I translate that into a dating profile?
You’ll be OK with this storm. It’ll be weird but probably the weather guessers are just hyping for effect. You’ve got all the good stuff you need. Do you have a grill? If it all goes wonky you could at least fire up the grill and heat water for hot toddies (Maguire ingredients optional) on that.
Fingers crossed. For everything.
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Can I just say, I love the Universe? Misti, from the moment I met you I thought “Wow!”. You may not know it, but I thought and wished that I could have just an ounce of the gutsy shutzspa boldness and self confidence that you posses.
And the storm? Forget about it. All bark and no bite.
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