I went on a date last night with some rando from college.
He and I had a class together Freshman year and somehow ended up Facebook friends. Apparently he’s been following my Facebook posts for the last decade and finally reached out to me a few weeks ago, wanting to catch up.
I thought it was kind of weird, but he seems to think I’m awesome, and I could use more people like that in my life right now. You know, people who think I’m awesome.
So he drove in from Podunksville, and we met at a swanky farm-to-table joint I suggested. He was nice enough – a bit awkward, but nice – and talked a lot about work. I made a few jokes, trying to liven up the conversation, and he eventually loosened up and made a few jokes back. At one point, he actually made me laugh out loud, and I rocked forward, head bent in laughter.
When I looked up again, he said with a deadpan expression, “You have a grey hair.”
I froze for a moment, surprised; then I laughed again. “I don’t have just one.”
“I only saw one,” he commented in a monotone voice, oblivious to the fact that never should such comments be made to a woman, especially on a first date.
I decided to speak his language. “Honey, if I were in X-Men, I’d be Rogue.”
“I don’t watch Marvel. I’m more into Star Wars,” he told me.
I sighed inwardly.
I’m sure it comes as no surprise to anyone that the class we had together in college was Engineering Physics.