I went on a date. A date!
But not to worry. I've been watching dating shows so that I could do this properly. The scene went something like this:
"Hi there! I'm Mandy," I said as I stepped forward to shake his hand.
"What's with all the cameras?"
"Oh! That reminds me. I need you to sign this release waiver. I'm filming you for an upcoming segment called, Dating a Dork."
"Oookaaay," he said, signing.
"And then, if you could just initial here, here and here," I said pointing at the paper. "That's just to keep you from suing me in the case of accidental maiming or death."
"Great! So. Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, how are you?"
"I'm...are those cameras going to be here all night?"
"They sure are! Why don't you wave at all my nice friends who are watching this at home."
"It's live! Also, I'll be tweeting the whole thing."
Don't worry, kids. It didn't happen like that. It was actually an amazing first date. Flowers, fantastic food and a real gentleman who didn't seem to notice when I sat in the wrong chair, dropped my fork, dropped my napkin and nearly tripped walking in the door. He's pretty cool like that.
He also knew me well enough to text me when I got to the restaurant that I needed to come inside at some point.
Damn. Maybe he did notice my clumsiness, but was just too nice to say anything.
I'll have to check the footage.
3 days ago