My introduction to Date #5, Bart, started with a miscommunication. I guess I wasn’t as clear as I should have been about what I needed, so our mutual friend, Janet, thought I was looking for someone to guest post on my blog and talk about their dating experiences.
Sorry, Bart, you’re not TALKING about your experiences, you ARE the experience. But like many of the candidates before and after, he couldn’t resist being a part of the project. At least that’s what I tell myself about all of these guys. 🙂
Bart made keeping “Rule #1 of the 12 Dates of Christmas: No Facebook stalking before the date” vkirtually impossible. He started things out with several Facebook emails back and forth, then called to officially ask me out (a nice gesture), then commented on my Facebook status, then commented on my friend’s Facebook status, then texted, then called, texted again, called again, commented on my blog post, and sent a few more texts. Oh, and somewhere in that mix we also became Facebook friends.
If there’s one thing that’s certain, it’s that I wasn’t going into this date as blindly as I had hoped and planned.
The day of our date I was going to be hanging out in Utah County for business, so I said I would meet up with Bart there, and he decided his office at Boostability would be a good place. The date started with a tour, which was briefly halted when the company president started giving me an informal job interview in the hallway and laying out a case for why working for a company is better than being self-employed, then it was on to the rest of the night’s activities.
Bart had clearly spent a lot of time planning out our first activity. Wait, did I say a lot? I meant A TON.
When he was about to tell me what we were doing, he said he was, “excited and nervous all at the same time for what was about to come.” And with that introduction, he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out this:
What’s that? Oh, just a Disney Princess Memory game with pictures from my Facebook page, blog, and website taped over the heads of the princesses on the box. NBD. (NBD=No Big Deal, you know, for those of you who aren’t hip to jive with the slang these days.)
You want to know what’s inside the box? Oh, just a memory matching game with pictures from my Facebook page, blog, and website creatively taped over the heads of the princesses on ALL of the pieces.
Well, maybe not ALL of the pieces. There was this one piece that had a picture of the ottoman I made for my office.
And this one that had a picture of my friend Christin’s eye. How dare she invade MY game like that! So rude.
After playing one round of the game,
::ahem:: I won ::ahem::
we decided to play best two out of three.
Really, that meant we only played two games because I happened to win again.
::ahem:: it wasn’t even close ::ahem::
I discovered the secret to winning was to get Bart talking. The more he carried on a conversation, the less he remembered where the pieces were.
Benefit of Being a Woman # 7,523: The ability to multitask
To be perfectly fair, it was a game with MY face on the box and pieces, so I don’t know how anyone else would ever stand a chance at winning. Ever.
By now it was starting to get later and stomachs were growling. I mean, figuratively speaking. My stomach wasn’t actually growling, of course, because that would be totally unladylike. Obviously. So we jumped in the car and headed to Malawi’s Pizza. I’d only been there once before, but I knew it was delicious, so I was looking forward to it. If you’re wondering what I ordered (like I know you always are) it was a salad. Sheesh, I’m becoming so predictable these days. I did steal a slice of the berries and cream dessert pizza though. Sweet, sweet decadence.
After dinner we hit the road again and headed to CLAS Ropes Course for a late night Christmas cruise on the Provo River. I’ve heard a lot about the seasonal cruises CLAS Ropes puts on, so I was excited to see what all the hubbub was about. By now it was nine at night, so it was dark, cold, and getting late-ish. We met up with our sea-faring captain (or Cap’n, as I prefer to call him) and the rest of the crew (ok, so there wasn’t a crew) and climbed aboard the sturdy vessel for our three hour tour (3 hours, 30 minutes, it’s practically the same thing).
The cruise consisted of a trip up and down a short stretch of the river. There were lights on the shoreline and criss crossing above the water, so it made for a peaceful little trip. But the best part was when Santa showed up on a canoe.
SANTA?!?!? I KNOW HIM!
When the cruise wrapped up, we headed back to the car where the heated seats awaited my arrival.
It was on the drive back to my car that Bart started making excuses for his poor showing at the memory game. While he tried to ask for a rematch, I showed no mercy and held fast to my victory. Hey, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that you should quit while you’re ahead, and at that point, I was ahead. Thus, no mercy.
On the drive back I also learned that Bart gets his date on to the tune of 2-4 dates a week. That’s a lot of dates! But I was relieved to know that he doesn’t have a stack of Disney Princess Memory games that he pulls out and slaps pictures of girls on. Nope, that was just for me.
Bart dropped me off at my car and we called it a night. He was very thoughtful, and clearly put a lot of time into planning and executing the date.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I got to keep the game. So let me know if you want to come over and play a round of “find Melanie’s face.” It’s quite fun, and I’m not sure why, but I can’t stop staring at it.