lance: "what's something unique about you?"
me: "oh, i hate that question.... what's something unique about you?"
lance: "when i asked you that question, i already had an answer.
(pause for anticipation on my part)
i'm a bee keeper!"
yes. this conversation actually occurred. along with a good half hour discussing my genealogy and dead grandparents, at his insistence.
unfortunately, the lance i was expecting, the "lance" i had seen last saturday was not... actually lance. i gave out my number with the intent of it being given to tall dark and handsome -- (the one i exchanged gazes and eye contact with--TDH for short)-- by his father. i assumed TDH was his son. but in fact, TDH is not his son. father was referring to another boy entirely (who wasn't even at home depot)-- the real lance. i was under the impression when setting up this date and chatting with lance briefly on the phone that i was chatting with TDH... but it was just lance.
lance is a nice boy.
but you can imagine my disappointment when i opened the door expecting rugged TDH in casual but dashing attire... but instead i'm left smiling uncertainly at a rigid curly haired boy in straight jeans and a button-down shirt, with a colored shirt underneath.
oh well. i'll make the most of it.
aside from his disconcerting gaze and strange, sometimes irrelevant questions/comments, bowling was fun. i won. and dinner at the brick oven was grand.
but after 5 minutes of forcing conversation i wanted to be cuddled up in my bed, catching up on some much needed rest. or reading. we discussed books and it made me want to take a
blind dates... it's a wonder they ever work out.
so. be sure to keep in mind. that if ever you have that dire yearning to be educated in the ways of bee-keeping, beehives, queen bees, honey-comb, and bee-suites,
let. me. know.
i'll set you and lance up. he's got a llama, too.
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