My Date

It takes courage to ask someone on a date. It takes cowardice to agree to ask out your orthopedic surgeon’s niece when he is holding a scalpel at your hand. This was the first of many clues that my blind date may not work out. My uncle mark has the best of intentions for setting me up. I do appreciate that he thinks so highly of me. Mark gave Charles my phone number and he called me. He seemed very nice. He told me to look up his myspace page, where I found out that he was interested in mythical creatures, dungeons and dragons, medieval sword fighting and debate. This made me quite nervous. Even if you seriously are interested in these things you probably should not tell a lot of people about it. So on Friday night Charles came to pick me up at my aunt and uncle’s house where my cousins asked him if he was my boyfriend and if we were going to kiss. That was the funniest part of the night. We went to Persi, for some great food. There we talked for two hours about current events and debate. Then we drove to the Twin Falls bridge and tried to drop a match off of it to see if the friction would make it burn. It was windy and raining a little so it did not work. Then we met up with some of his friend and got ice cream and then played phase 10. It was a pretty typical date and by far not the worst one I have ever been on. As he drove me home he asked if he could take me to breakfast in the morning and I said, “um… I don’t think so.”
Here are my reasons why:
-When he picked me up he asked, “so what do you want to do.” (I wouldn’t have minded this at all except for the fact that it was a first date and he had asked me out.)
-He seriously didn’t find anything strange about spending time playing japan-amation video games and believing that dragons were the best animal ever. (This concerns me about his sense of reality.)
-Not once did he ask me a question about myself.
-After one of his friends asked me about my favorite vacation he said, “I hate traveling, I don’t understand people that like it.” (I have no beef with people that don’t want to travel, but it’s something that I love and so don’t diss it.)
-He was a whiner. (I think he kept tying to make me feel bad for him that he was always busy with work and school, but who isn’t? get over it!)