My name is Inga and I’ll be your waitress …

Ah. It’s Wednesday. Humpday. The day of the hump. They’re calling for snow flurries tonight and tomorrow. I’m extraordinarily happy about this.

So, I’m sure you’re all dying to know: How’d the date go, right? Right? *crickets chirp*

Ok, so maybe not. Well, it didn’t go well. As soon as we got there we had a table and he asked if I wanted to go see a movie after dinner. I agreed but I think later on he wished he hadn’t asked.

You see: I’m kinda weird. I’m sure you all know that. It’s an endearing weirdness though. At least, I hope so. I mean, my friends don’t avoid me so I figure they must like having a little weirdo in their life, you know? Ok, so anyway…

He asks what my favorite movie is and well, after mentioning The Pirate which of course, he hadn’t heard of, I proceeded to mention a few of my favorites: Lord of the Rings, Labyrinth … you know… my MOVIES. My favorites. Movies that make me happy. So he gets real quiet.

Then he asks: “So are you a Dungeons and Dragons fan?”

It was a weird question – it took me off-guard – so when I replied in the negative he asked if I owned a lot of silver jewelry (all but one of my three pieces of jewelry are silver) and if I liked Monty Python. (BRING US A SHRUBBERY!)

So…

When I asked him why – he said that all the people he had ever known who enjoy D&D, have a lot of silver, and enjoy Monty Python are freaks and he doesn’t care to associate with them. (ME!)

He then proceeded to tell me that he couldn’t abide gay people – he leaves the room if he can if he knows someone is gay and he certainly would not be served by a gay waiter. *grumble* (I have two very close gay family members) Also? There was a family sitting behind us with two rather obnoxious children. He kept staring at them as if they were doing something wrong. Now, I know and YOU all know that I do get quite annoyed by screaming children but you know, when you’re in a public place what can you do about it? Nothing. You have to deal with it.

So, we go see The Aviator (I’m so in love with Cate Blanchett) and some teen-aged girls come and sit behind us. Now, they’re teenagers. They’re girls. Leonardo DiCaprio is naked a lot in this movie. They giggled. They giggled a lot but they weren’t being overly obnoxious about it. Anyway, it’s a crap theater and it was loud already with the 50 or 60 people waiting in the lobby for the 10:15 showing of Coach Carter. So ANYWAY…

He turns around and yells at these teenage girls to shut up.

He hated the movie.

I didn’t like him even the slightest little bit.

Thank goodness I don’t think he liked me either. I’m a freak. But that’s ok. I’m a Monty Python-watching, silver jewelry-wearing, Aviator-enjoying freak. And people like me. Yay!

Erk.

So anyway…

I get to start my dating clock over again. Now I can say I haven’t had a date in days, weeks, months rather than in years… =)

I’m good.

I can daydream about a gorgeous Clive Owen look-alike coming in to sweep me off my feet.

Ooh or better: Joel Edgerton… Ooh or Josh Holloway. Ooh or no no Callum Blue or Gerard Butler or Jude Law or Jason Isaacs…

*swoon*

Ok, I’d best be off! I have work to do!

*hugs all around*

Much love to everyone!

ETA: I am apparantly an atrocious speller as well. I’ve corrected three spelling mistakes so far. I think that the blind date has turned off the ability to spell in my brain.