Sunday, September 07, 2008

Don't I Know You From Somewhere?

So, I was on a second sort-of date this morning. I know. I know. A second one. Shocking.

Anyway, get over it. So we were on this sort-of date, and we were having breakfast.

Yeah, OK, get your mind out of the gutter. I don't even know why I talk to you.

We met for breakfast for our second date because both of us had other evening plans this weekend.

As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we were having breakfast. My family occasionally eats breakfast, as you may know, which is why he let me pick the restaurant, and so I picked a family favorite, because it's reasonably priced and the food is local and good. Big mistake. Halfway through the sort-of date, who should walk in?

Go ahead guess.

Right. My mom and Jimmy. Big as life. She's a pretty good spy, and so naturally she tried to choose a table within earshot, but Jimmy's a better friend, and he firmly escorted her to the farthest corner of the restaurant. Still, I was left to explain to my sort-of date why even though he let me pick any restaurant in the city, I just happened upon the one place where my parents were dining this morning.

Unless he noticed that my parents are pretty hot for their age, he probably thought I was a big old dork. Of course, when he asked me about my other plans for the day and I said I was going to study Calculus, I'm sure that didn't help convince him otherwise. Damn.

Next time I go out for a secret sort-of date for breakfast, it will be at the Copper Dome. I'm going to have to eat first, though, because the food totally sucks, but it's a small price to pay for not running into any family members. Also next time I'm going to pretend that I teach something sexy, like, um, ceramics.


PPC said...

Man, that's just bad luck. You were on a roll with the running into of the family members at breakfast yesterday.

OneN said...

At least your dad, brother-in-laws and numerous friends aren't in law enforcement. My brother-in-law came up behind me and my date with sirens blaring and lights flashing. I thought the guy I was with (yes guy...I was a little confused) was going to faint. I looked back to see my brother-in-law laughing, then my little brother popped up beside the car I was in and snapped a photo. Good times...I think I would rather run into my parents at a breakfast place.

Anonymous said...

Barbette and Butter? Were you trying to be found? I would have been insanely embarrassed, but seriously, Barbette?

Alex said...

Some guy recognizes you as the breakfast expert, and says you should suggest a place. You want to impress him with your breakfast skillz. You just have to choose Barbette. It's the best. Besides, J and J had already had breakfast out once that weekend. How was I to know they'd go again?

Anyway, it's better than having your cop-in-law on your date, so I guess I'll get over it.