Date night with the gymnast, I must say was pretty fun. We met up for drinks at a local hot spot. He was waiting outside for me and we sat in the nice cool evening for a few beers. His roommate was our waiter, which I guess was good for him seeing he picked up the bill. He introduced me to Johnson, haha… I responded with, can I call you “penis”? I thought it was funny; luckily they did too, whew. So we chatted for a long time and had quite a few beers. He was really shy and quiet so I did a lot of talking, but I guess that’s good.
It’s always funny when people ask you what you majored in college and then they assume that you still pay attention to that crap. Oh I majored in Economics, immediate following question, “What do you think about the economy?” Umm, I have a job so that’s good. I obviously don’t run economic analysis on the state of union, duh. And everything I know is all the basic stuff anyone knows, for example: Unemployment = bad
Of course I remember a bunch of other stuff, but I really don’t spend my free time analyzing the stock markets or watching what the Fed is doing… sorry, I’d rather be running the lake or playing with my dog, or watching Amazing Race (I love that show).
Date ended well, no kissing, and I really had the impression we’d hang out again. We talked about introducing our dogs and getting them together. Alas, it’s been 3 weeks and I haven’t heard a word. That’s okay, even though I really wanted to see him do a back flip, which would be really impressive. He was pretty short and not very outgoing.
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