For the Curious Ones

Just a short bit about the date.

Mostly it went well, but there were two small snafus.

The first was when I tipped my tea cup back toward my mouth to take a sip not realizing that it wasn't anywhere near my lips. I righted my cup, but not before I dribbled hot tea onto my crotch which ended up feeling neither magic nor minty, as the tea bag had advertised.

The second was kind of a realization. I realized, halfway down the isle at the Value Mart on Mission Street, that this particular portion of the date was a really dumb idea. My original thought was that I would point out all the entertaining knock-off items, and we could bond over the bins of weird crap. But it occurred to me, while pointing out the Herbal Shampoo (written in the same font as Herbal Essence and with a picture of a flower behind it), that our time might be better spent discussing the origin of my Grim Reaper of Napa Valley nickname.

In conclusion, despite my inadvertent best efforts to sabotage the date, it ended up going okay.