Date Eleven

The Set-Up
 So this is my second, second date. I know I haven't written about dates for a bit, but I really haven't felt like it. Sorry, folks!
   The boy is gone at a golf tournament for the weekend so we cannot meet up. However, he sends me a Facebook message. This obviously conveys definite interest. Once he gets back he texts and asks me what I do for lunch on Mondays. Well normally I get lunch with all of my buddies. Also this lunch is generally painful for me to miss because I like to chat with my pals, but I decide to miss it to get to know the boy a little bit more. We agree to meet during the noon hour at the Memorial Union to break bread and whatnot.

The Date
   Sometimes I’m just not in the mood to date. This is one of these days. Prior to the date I am forced to make several calls for a club in an attempt to book a hotel room during a home-game weekend. This not only is a futile quest, but the mission also makes me about ten minutes late to lunch. In addition, the boy doesn’t call or text me to confirm or lunch date either, so I’m not even sure if it is still happening. Well eventually, after I get done making my calls, he texts me that he is at the C-Store
(yes, the C-Store, the location of my favorite date) in the MU.
   I trudge on over to the Memorial Union, not quite knowing what to expect. I’m just a little cranky. It, after all, is a Monday and I have already been hard at work. I am not in the mood to entertain or pull the inquiring teeth that most dates have forced me to do. After a several minute search and scour of the MU I eventually find my date. He is sitting, without a plan or idea, waiting for me. He asks if I want Subway. I don’t particularly like the most popular fast-food chain in America, but there are few options in the Union and I’m not that hungry anyways. I order a four- inch children’s size sandwich and the golfer orders a golf club sized sandwich.
   The Memorial Union during the noon hour on Monday, Wednesday, Fridays is absolutely hopping. I know about this from earlier in the year as my friends and I tried to meet there for lunch. We met there once and only once and we realized that the Memorial Union is a stupid place to dine during the noon hour. However, like during all of my dates, my common sense goes out the window and my noob mistakes come into play. Well, obviously the craziness of the Union during the noon hour prevents us from finding any seat. Anywhere. We wander around for a good ten minutes and we cannot find a single open spot. Finally I am able to hunt down some overflow seating and park it there.
   After the long trudge around, we get to eating and whatnot, but by this time there isn’t even that much time to eat. I listen to him talk about golf. I listen to him talk about his trip. I am really cranky right now so I just don’t care. He asks what I’m doing that night and I can’t help it. I am horrible at making up lies on the spot, especially when my juices just aren't flowing, so I tell him that I’m going to see the Chinese acrobats. He happens to be free. And I happen to be picking him up at 7:45.

Grade of Date:  D (Reminiscent of my favorite very, very horrible date without the entertaining story)
Grade of Match: C (We are clearly struggling for some common ground right now - but he is lonely and I like attention. Sometimes that's all people need)