Dear Mr. Boring,
When you asked me on that date the other night, I was flattered. I thought you were cute and probably a really fun guy. It wasn't until I started asking you question after question that I realized you and I had nothing to talk about! Listen, normally in conversation when someone asks you a question, they expect you to ask the same question back. Sooo.. when I was asking questions like, "Ok, so what's your favorite kind of food?" and with only your short reply to draw from I moved on to, "Well, what's your favorite color?" and after another simple response from you I finally resorted to, "Ya, well in case you were wondering my favorite meal is sushi, and my favorite color is blue..."
Here is a story about a date I went on a couple of years back...
It started out on a cold winter day in Arizona. I say cold and laugh at the thought now that I live in UTAH. And it's not even "winter" yet here. Kill me!
Anyways, I was asked to go with a big GROUP on a cabin trip a few hours north in Flagstaff, Arizona. The boy came and picked me up at my house. We drove to my friend Taylor's to pick her up. Then we headed to our other friend's where we were all supposed to be meeting up at... Little did we know it would just be the four of us on this little outing.
Because the truck we were driving was in fact, not four-wheel drive, we had to trek to the cabin. When we finally reached the place, a key item was missing from the boy's possession. A KEY to the cabin. (a "key" item = my stupid humor) Anyways, we used a screw driver and somehow broke into the cabin. At this point I'm even wondering if it was his or not...kidding. But really, that would be an even better ending to the story, right?
No fear, lots of good details to come. The pipes were frozen, so there would be no plumbing on this little adventure of ours. "No plumbing" are two words us girls just looove to hear. It starts snowing, so at least we made it inside of the cabin where we can get warm, right?
WRONG. Well okay kind of right. But not for long! We had about an hours worth of firewood and then the supply burned out, literally. And I froze to death, figuratively. I was forced to cuddle next to a boy I was not necessarily interested in and this detail made for an awfully awkward & long night. If I had any other options this would not have been the case. But since the only heater in the cabin broke after about thirty minutes of use, it was either cuddle or lose a few toes.
Probably not, but I turn into dramatic girl when I am cold. The 14 inches of snow that dumped on Flagstaff Arizona throughout the evening resulted in the truck getting stuck. Go figure. Luckily a nice old man helped plow us out of there.
Moral of the story: There are always a few key items needed when planning a cabin trip: a KEY, four-wheel drive vehicle, un-frozen pipes, firewood, heaters that don't break, and interested girls.
+++I want to hear YOUR stories. E-mail them to me (firstname.lastname@example.org) and maybe they'll end up here for everyone else to enjoy as well. Perhaps I'll have people vote on the BEST worst date story. Details later!
P.S. Here are some pictures to illustrate our adventure...Both boys are now married, so that makes it okay to share this story, correct? For the record, it really was a fun date. I laughed more than I probably ever have on a date, but still...the story had to be told!
Our trek to the cabin...
Attempting to break in without a key! & our solution to the plumbing issue...
Lots & lots of snow overnight!
I will laugh if somehow these boys EVER see this...which they won't. BUT if they do, don't hate me :)
Together, we made it!