the dating chronicles, part 1

November 23rd, 2008 | Written by hurricanic

My friend Jared has volunteered to pay for my e-Harmony fees as he knows there are a 1,000 untold stories waiting to be had if I signed on. Me? I’m a little reluctant. Seems “story telling” shouldn’t be my motivation for on-line dating. However, after only one date (see entry below) I already have a story worth sharing. My writer’s block here on hurricanic.com could in fact come to a close if I keep “getting out there” as they say.

So Coldplay was awesome. Todd was great. No major connection made, but it was just a concert, right? Right. And you’ll all be happy to know there was no vomit involved at any point of the date, prior - during - or after. As my sister Dana shared with me, there is nothing sexy about vomit, so I, clearly being very, very sexy, decided not to throw up.

However, in classic Kelly fashion, one moment during dinner deserves recap. We met up in the Power and Light District before the show and enjoyed the last decent fall night on the patio of Gordon Biersch. My dad instructed me years ago to only eat things requiring forks on the first five dates, as I have a habit of making a mess of everything. So in reviewing the menu, I honored his request, seeing everything in only two catergories - fork and no fork. My date ordered from the no fork section. Some sort of southwest chicken sandwich. Being very sweet, he offered to let me try it half way through eating. I, being very honest, shared with him the rule my dad had given me, as we had learned pre-date that our dads were high school friends. (Weird. Yeah, I know.) He laughed when I said, “I would love to, thank you, but my dad has specifically directed me to only eat with forks on the first few dates…so I’m sure it’s great, but whatever sauce is in there would somehow find it’s way on my face or down my shirt or something as I am the biggest klutz around, so I think I might need to pass.” He laughed a little, asked, “Sure?”, and two hot seconds later I took a bite of my salad and somehow managed to drop a piece of lettuce from the fork down my shirt.

Yeah.

I totally did.

And he saw it all happen.

Being a gentleman, he excused himself from the table so I could “take care of the situation” while I meanwhile sat on the patio and dug lettuce out of my top like an idiot.

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3 Responses to “the dating chronicles, part 1”

  1. Jared said:

    I think it’s funny that happened, but I think your dad’s wisdom, specific to you, is even better. I’m curious what other tips he, and other people, gave you?? Can’t wait to hear more stories!

  2. j said:

    So relative to other dates, this one would be considered a smashing success?

  3. Todd said:

    I was on a date once and discovered that our fathers had been college roommates. It was bizarre…

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