I’d barely finished telling the girls in my office about my new crush when he called! Seriously?! When does that ever happen? In fairness, texting hadn’t really taken off yet so men still knew how to call a girl and ask her out.
Our first date was great! I hadn’t been jaded by online dating or Netflix documentaries yet so I let him pick me up. We went to dinner and drinks. That went so well that he asked if I wanted to get one more at another place. Um yes, obviously! As we’re leaving the bar, a Blake Shelton song comes on and he takes my hand and starts swing dancing with me. God bless country boys! In that moment I thought, “this is the man I’m going to marry.”
Our second date was even better! Can you imagine? He picked me up and we went out on his boat. On our first date I’d told him about my favorite sandwich place so naturally he picked some up for our boat ride. We drove around Lucky Peak, ate our sandwiches and played in the water. It was amazing!
Being the Christian girl I am, I couldn’t give it up on the second date. But I wanted him to know he was appreciated so we made out in his truck and somehow I managed to get a rug burn on my knee. Lucky for me, it scarred so I have something to remember him by.
Ever date a guy like that? Do you have any battle wounds from fun nights? Cheers to cheap upholstery. Hit me up at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow me on Instagram @anonymouslysingle.-A.S.