So I was just reminiscing on one of the many memorable dates I’ve had, and I wanted to share. It made me chuckle, so maybe this will lighten up your Tuesday load.
A few (5-6) years ago, I met a guy. Cute, tall, appeared pretty cultured. I think we may have met at a concert or something. So we met for dinner, and the first date started off well. I knew he had googled me (which didn’t surprise or alarm me) because he asked about my blog at that time, which was a lot more written in and personal than this one is. I told tons of stories, posted and kept up to date a list of “A Hun’ed Things about Me,” and just shared my feelings on a wide array of topics on a regular basis. Now picture this exchange:
<insert light-hearted conversation and laughing here>
Me: “Yeah! I love those movies!”
Him: <pulling 3 folded up sheets of paper out of his pocket and unfolding them and shuffling through them> “Yeah, I knew that! That’s #77!”
Me: *blank stare*
I really couldn’t believe he had printed out and studied my list of 100 things about me. I mean, really? I know dates can be like interviews, and you should try to be prepared, but geez louise. That creeped me out, especially since my mom had been warning that I was making myself vulnerable to crazy people. Yes, I totally published the list, but I never fathomed all of its possible uses.
It was similar to the scene featured in the opening of this The Ugly Truth trailer. Except I shut down much more quickly.
Whether he was crazy or not or had issues or if I was just overreacting, I’ll never know. We didn’t go on a second date. But some things just have to come naturally, yanno? *shrug* What do you think? Was he just prepared and I was overreacting? Or was he doing the absolute most?