Brad R., job seeker
For those of you observant blog readers:
- No, this is not a second date, but a second Brad.
- Yes, I had two dates on the same day.
I'm not very involved in my singles ward. To say the least. A year of Activities Chair who does everything burned me out. After a decade, the novelty of meeting your peers wears off. Befriending people that don't live in the same town as you makes for a lot of travel. For all these reasons, I have only a handful of friends there. So I was fellowshipping... myself. I was talking to a pretty good-looking guy in my ward at ward prayer. He's nice, not too tall, but dark and somewhat handsome. He's a computer geek (I mean that in the nicest way possible; it really is a technical term) -- he even has a degree for it! But can't seem to find a job to use it in... Why do we go to college?!
Anyway, he mentioned a movie he watched recently based on a sci-fi series called "Firefly". I have only heard of this show because of my other computer geek friends and acquaintances, but apparently it had enough of a cult following to get a motion picture made. I said I'd be interested to watch it sometime... so we did.
I called him after I'd gotten home from dinner with another friend (does it count as a date if the guy is engaged -- to someone that's NOT you?), and he picked me up at my house. We went to his apartment to watch it online, because he has a sweet monitor and sound system. But no sofas. Seriously. He has no furniture whatsoever. Just a table with his computer on it, one camp chair, and four wooden dining chairs.
He's sweet enough to insist I have the camp chair - points for him! So we watch the film, both making comments here and there (mostly me, whenever there's something I don't like or there's a death of someone I do like) and afterwards he takes me home. He opened my doors - again, more points! - but was so terrified of the doorstep scene that he didn't even make it to the front porch! About halfway up the walk, he thanks me for a good time. So I extend my hand. Oh, wait, he was going for a hug... Abort! Delete. Initiate hug. Awkward!!
But I got an email from him the next day; he's got more movies! So it must not have been that bad. Ok, but next time, we're watching it at my house! Fifty-five viewable inches, and a sofa to boot!
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