Date 13

A Brief Excuse
  First of all, I apologize for not keeping up with my writing. I know none of you really care so this is more of an apology to myself.

   Lately I have been busy traveling across the state. Busying myself with distractions to maintain the well-earned distance from the hurricane that is my mother in her graduation-planning mode. I have ventured to Iowa City, Osceola, Ames and Independence. Finally when I had no money left for gas, as I had spent all of my extra money going out to eat and doing things to my hair, I stayed home to bake weird varieties of cookies. Slowly sinking into the depressive abyss that is my home, I dug myself into the novel "Infinite Jest" as well as the horrific foreign films and art house documentaries Netflix would suggest.  This only deepened my will to break the world record for the longest time spent in the corpse pose. Hence the need to travel and to busy myself with the weird baking.

   Needless to say I have not written a lick in the past few weeks. I have attempted and I have been incredibly distracted.

Okay tangent over. On to the “date”

The Plans

   Sometimes people have great ideas. Sometimes people have great, creative ideas but are not brave enough to commit. Sometimes people have great, creative ideas and are brave enough to commit. This is a tale of two ideas- one idea with no supporting confidence and another idea with a vim and vigor.
The boy calls me several times trying to hang out. I have an incredibly busy week and am ultimately not interested in wasting my time by watching a movie. I am also horrified by his proposition to workout during a study break. While I do enjoy working out, I like to do so in the privacy and comfort of my own home or in public at such ungodly hours no one can see my figure doing a duck-run.

Eventually he figures out my hectic weekday schedule and asks if he can make dinner for me on the weekend. I already have plans on Friday night. We agree to meet up on Saturday and he suggests making dinner for me. I think that this sounds like a wonderful idea. We agree to this idea and I anticipate our meeting on Saturday.

The "Date"- or Whatever

   Saturday arrives and as usual I am spending my day by watching Hulu and not leaving the comfort my bed offers. I laze about until the evening at which time Yental Grandma texts me and asks if I have plans. As I have not heard any confirming messages from the boy I tentatively say yes to her plans. At around six or seven he finally calls me.  He asks me what I want to do. It is at this moment I question whether he remembers the initial plans he had made. After a few minutes of painful telephone conversation he asks if I have already eaten and offers to heat up leftovers. This sounds less appealing than my potential dinner of Easy Mac, so I tell him that I am fine.  After a few more minutes of awkward conversation we agree to meet in twenty minutes outside at the basketball courts. We have made no definitive plans and it doesn’t seem like any real plans will be made within the course of the evening.

   I arrive to the basketball courts about fifteen late. Because he does not put in the effort to make and commit to plans, I return the favor. I meet him and graciously apologize for being late. We then stop by his apartment to grab his golf clubs and we go out.

   Now I am not a golfer. I have never played the game and the only thing I know about the sport is that it is a good walk spoiled. While I’m glad that we’re actually doing something, I get bored quickly. He does not have the patience to give me a full lesson and seems more interested in putting around with the ball than talking to me.

   Eventually he senses my weariness and we head back to his place. On the way back he tells me he is so happy to hang out with me because he has been dealing with a lot of personal issues lately. I listen to him while contemplating how I can abandon him without feeling too guilty.

   We get back to his place and I confirm my plans with Yental Grandma. We decided to climb trees and urban explore our campus. I tell the boy what is going on in case he wants to come with me.  He likes the idea but we have an hour before we are supposed to meet the rest of the group. So we awkwardly sit together in his room and watch YouTube videos while sipping on Mountain Dew. Yes, this date is so romantic I just want to die.

   When it is finally late enough to meet everyone we head on our way. However, we can’t do this before the boy gets his bicycle. I love biking. However, I do not have my bicycle at school because of the incredibly long winter and the things that winter does to lovely bicycles.  I tell him this. I also tell him that we’re going to be wandering a lot so a bicycle is not a good idea. However, he does not listen to me. So while he rides I must walk beside him. This is a very painful process. I awkwardly walk alone and he rides ahead of me, unsure of where to go. We finally get to our meeting spot and no one else is there. We wait for twenty minutes and people finally show up.

   Once reunited with everyone we wander around campus, but not before the boy takes a five-minute detour to go back and unlock his bicycle. We wander around and find buildings to climb and explore and do a lot of awesome things. At each and every spot however, the boy must find a place for his bicycle to be properly locked and when we leave he must take five minutes to unlock it. I, obviously, start to become a little annoyed. Nonetheless we end up on the roof of a building and later in a giant lecture hall with a huge screen, perfect for watching movies. We stay there until I get tired.  We exit the hall and see a couple having a lovely intimate time (yes, that kind of intimate) in a very public area. He  then walks me home on his bicycle we bid one another an awkward goodbye as he tells he how beautiful I am and whatnot  and then head on our own separate ways.


Grade of Date: ?  This is like the last time we hung out. I made the plans and ended up spontaneously doing something awesome. However, his plans for the evening evidently did not exist  and this fact brings the grade of the date down to failing. However, the evening was so much fun because of the stuff I did with my pals the activities he had "planned" didn't even matter.

Grade of Match: C- Yeah, we're not a match. Not at all.