Well friends, here we are with another round of dating disasters. But, I'm stepping up to the plate and saying...I was the disaster. Dating disaster AND embarrassing story, two posts for the fun of one fun fun! (If you didn't sing that in the Michigan Adventure theme song tone then I'm sorry. Just move on.)
So...I met this kid a while ago and we've been texting for like a month and he finally stepped up to the plate and asked me on a date.
We go downtown and are walking amongst the beautiful, lovely paintings of Art Prize and he's telling me this story and he goes "and then my dad was like, John...get your shit together." And I kind of half fall, half trip off the curb and do a grandma-like double take. All I know is that I've been texting someone named Josh in my phone for the past month. I'm definitely on a date with Josh...not John. Or am I? Did I really hear that? I decide it's too close to tell.
A few minutes later, we run into a girl whose bible study leader I used to be when she was in sixth grade (she is now a high school senior. Holy time warp.). And I'm not really sure what to say when it reaches that awkward, we're all staring at you I interrupted your awkward first date moment. So I go with "Hey, this is my date..." and I gesture towards him hoping he'll shake her hand, introduce himself...you know, so I can hear his name.
And he totally leaves me hanging.
And after a completely unacceptable long pause, I commit and say "Josh."
Which he promptly follows up with a firm hand shake and "John."
So, friends, that's the tale of how I went out on a date and called him the wrong first name for a whole month.
Funny story, he still wants to go on another date.