Date #9 was another fella sent to me by my friend Lindsey. It seems to be a general rule that good people know other good people. That was proven true by both of the dates Lindsey set me up on. Jeff and Lindsey used to work together.
Jeff came to my house to pick me up for our date. This was especially nice of him since I live a good distance from where the rest of our date was taking place. In fact, Lindsey believes my city isn’t real because it’s so far away from where she lives, and my friend Michelle is convinced I really live in Idaho. I say they both just need to discover the wonder that is Davis County.
When Jeff came to the door, I invited him in for a split second while I grabbed my purse and keys, and then we headed on our way. He introduced himself as we were walking to the car and I realized if it hadn’t been him I might have accidentally ended up on a date with someone selling pest control or vacuum cleaners or something. What can I say, I just assume every guy who comes to my door is there to take me on a date.
We went to Fratelli Ristorante for dinner. Since we had to be at our next activity by 6:30, we were catching a 5 o’clock dinner. This meant the restaurant was mostly empty, except for a couple of old people who were presumably finishing their dinner so they could get home to watch an episode of Matlock and go to bed.
Neither of us had ever been to Fratelli before. Let me tell you—Oh. My. It was delicious. I had an internal struggle about what to order and finally landed on the Fratelli Pizza. When a pizza is loaded with mascarpone, gorgonzola, pear, arugula, prosciutto, and a balsamic reduction it’s a recipe for yum. Don’t worry, the arugula was pilled on top like a mini salad, so it’s like I was still true to the weird salad habit I’ve developed lately.
Jeff, who has been following along with some of the dates on my blog, insisted I take a picture of some of his food as well. This is his tomato something-or-other soup. I didn’t try it, but I’m sure it was great.
I learned a lot of important things about Jeff over dinner. For example, he’s been booed off the stage at a stand-up comedy open mic night in New York, his apartment is a magnet for Christmas trees (they currently have five of them), and he doesn’t decorate his apartment or “Like” TV shows or music on Facebook because he’s afraid if he commits to one thing it’s unfair to all of the other things that he still likes but hasn’t officially declared his admiration for. So, he doesn’t want to put a poster for a band up because then he’d feel the need to either put a poster up for ALL the bands he likes, just to show impartiality.
So let’s get this straight, a 30-something-year-old with commitment issues? That’s so hard to believe.
However, he is willing to tell you his favorite music and TV shows, he just won’t officially declare his love via social media or any visible or tangible way. I guess that way everything stays off the record. So I guess in translating that to relationships, Jeff would be willing to declare his love, but don’t ever expect a love note or “In a Relationship” status from him.
After dinner we moved on to the part that will probably make some of you jealous. In fact, when I told a friend that this is what we were doing, she flat out told me she hated me. I have very kind and loving friends, in case that wasn’t apparent. Anyway, Jeff works for jetBlue, and that night they were having their Christmas party, which happened to be a private screening of Les Misérables.
At some point Jeff asked me if I would be singing along all karaoke style to the movie. I said no, but that’s when he revealed that he might. Apparently he has a penchant for belting the hits. I’m pretty sure I asked him what his favorite songs to sing were, and I’m pretty sure his response was ‘N Sync, with a particular fondness for “Bye, Bye, Bye.” Ok, that may not have been it, but since I can’t quite remember what his response was, that’s what I’m sticking with.
The movie was so good! With the exception of Russell Crowe, who, in my humble opinion, can’t sing worth crap, I thought it was really well cast. Marius and the whole band of revolutionaries and Eponine were definitely my favorites. And what’s not to love about this?
Since the movie doesn’t officially release until tomorrow, here’s a little sneak peak still shot I stole for you from the end of the movie. You’re welcome.
On the drive home we chatted all about New York. Jeff lived there for a couple of years, and I am hoping to make a move out there in February. I learned about some of his favorite restaurants (none of which he “Likes” on social media—surprise, surprise) and other cool things about living in the city. It got me excited about the move. And I guess I’m ready since I passed the “folding my pizza” test at dinner. Phew! Bring it on!