I know, I know, I suppose since I finished all of my 12 Dates before Christmas ::ahem:: almost two months ago ::ahem:: you expected me to write about them all then too. Sheesh, kind of demanding, don’t you think? Ok, sorry for the delay (I’ve had a few things going on—more on that to come very soon), but I’m finally ready to give you the low down on Date #12, Brad W.
Brad W. was sent my way by my friend Amy. She is a crack up, and since funny people usually hang out with other funny people (that’s a pretty standard rule, right?), I was excited to cap off the dating series with her guy.
I was trying to wrap up all of the dates before Christmas (so I could write about them two months later, obviously), so I ended up having only one date time slot open before I left town to head home to Idaho. This meant—breakfast date. Now if you know me AT ALL, you would know that I have a bit of a love affair with breakfast foods (read: BACON). I love them, and I’m pretty sure they love me back. (It should be noted here that I was into bacon before bacon was cool. Don’t believe me? Here’s the proof: Bacon Party 2008. You can call me the Bacon Hipster) So to me, a breakfast date was heaven.
As a side note, you know you have a bacon problem when people give you bacon items as gifts (Thanks, Quade for the bacon mints, air freshener, chapstick, soda, and other delicious bacon items) or post bacon related things on your social media pages. A few weeks ago three separate people posted this on my Facebook page. Hi, my name is Melanie, and I have a bacon problem. And by “problem”, I mean awesomeness. That’s right, I have a bacon awesomeness.
Anyway, back to Brad W. I left it up to him. to choose where we ate. Now when you’re taking out a girl who has made it a mission to try breakfast eats up and down the Wasatch Front, and she tells you to pick the restaurant, it’s a test. It’s definitely a test.
Fortunately, Brad W. picked (all on his own, mind you) The Park Café and passed with flying colors. The Park Café is a Salt Lake City classic, and definitely a favorite of mine—and on a Saturday morning, it’s a favorite of everybody else in the city too. The extra wait gave us time to sit outside and chat for a bit while we slowly lost all feeling in our outer extremities. (I wasn’t panicked because I knew if my hands were too cold to operate a fork I could go straight plate to face to get that bacon handled.)
It was in our chat that I learned Brad W. works two jobs and goes to school. Talk about a busy guy. But not just busy, going places. I was pretty impressed by his determination to make things happen in his life. He had left his home in Washington to move to Utah for school, with a promise that when he was done, he could go back to a better job at the company he was working for previously.
It was also during our chat that I learned the second half of our date was supposed to consist of us running through Liberty Park and attacking each other with Nerf guns, but due to a malfunctioning firearm, we’d have to settle for a walk instead. Now any other day I’d be happy to bob and weave and pelt a date with foam bullets, but this day was COLD, so I was actually a bit relieved for the change of plans. Plus, I was leaving town in a couple of hours and still hadn’t packed a thing.
Finally, the time for eating came, and I was presented with this beautiful creation:
What you’re looking at there are the four basic food groups: bacon, cheese, potatoes, and carbs. AKA, heaven.
Breakfast apparently brings out the true confessions in Brad W., because he told me, 1) He is a fan of the TV show Glee (at which point I tried REALLY hard not to judge him); and 2) He’d never been on a breakfast date before. He then proceeded to describe the date he would have taken me on if I hadn’t been pressed for time.
One of his jobs is as a security guard at Energy Solutions Arena (where the Utah Jazz play basketball). So his idea would have been to take me on a date there, play a little basketball on the court, walk on the cat walk, and have dinner on the roof. Honestly, that description made me look up from my bacon. It sounded pretty cool, and I almost was a little resentful of breakfast. Hold it, I said “almost.” I didn’t lose my mind completely.
After breakfast we headed across the street to the park, wandered around the semi-frozen pond, and chatted some more. Brad W. was funny and we had a lot in common.
But alas, I had to run, so we called it a day. Bacon and good company. I couldn’t possibly think of a better way to end the 12 Dates of Christmas series.