So now I have the ‘what if’ in the back of my mind regarding Repo Man. That sucks. What ifs always measure up (in my head) better than reality. Super.
While I was texting with Repo Man, another interesting fellow started chatting me up on Bumble. He was funny and tall and kind and had yet another fascinating job! 2 in a row with occupations that fascinate me? That’s crazy talk!
Anywhoo, 007 locks down a 1st date pretty quickly and as my motto is usually
oh crap, another 1st date ‘why not?’ I agreed. He was very cute about it in not wanting to tell me anything about it. Er, you all (the 2 remaining) know that my usual MO is to meet for a drink. No fuss, no muss & a quick escape if need be. 007, however, had a whole ‘plan’ for the evening. Okay, I’m game.
The one hint he tells me is to ‘wear comfortable shoes and bring rubber bands’. Uhm, what? I can’t decide if this is cute or just creepy and heaven knows I hate not being able to figure something out. Is he going to drop me in the desert and make me follow a tracked course out? Is he going to rubber band my mouth shut so I can’t entertain him with my snarky humor? Is he going to spend the evening doing that annoyingly painful rubber band flicking thing? I was so ridiculously confused by this that I actually googled ‘comfortable shoes and rubber bands’ to try and figure it out. That was absolutely no help as it just took me to running shoe websites. Damn.
The day of arrives and he finally tells me where we’re going but NOT why on earth I need to bring rubber bands. Colored ones, you know. I show up to where we are meeting complete with colored rubber bands
and a suspicious attitude.
He picked up the check for both activities and we hugged goodbye. There was a date #2 …. but I’ll tell you about that later.
Oh, and those rubber bands? We made bracelets out of them! How cute is that?!