Bucky

Just as an important side note, I did not change the name of this one.  Because his name wasn't legally Bucky, but that's what we all called him.  I do not know why.

Bucky was actually friends with my friends.  They set us up.  The beginning to every blind date story is that your close friend decided to set you up with the only single guy they know.

Bucky picked me up in his very large pick up truck.  We went to the Olive Garden for lunch.  I distinctly remember sitting there and thinking, "Wow I wish I was anywhere else right now."  It wasn't anything specific, but one of those times when you just know you aren't going to click with someone.  And the way the conversation was going with Bucky, I knew we'd never talk again.

However, that's not the story I want to tell you.  I want to tell you what happened when he picked me up.

See, I was in college.  And as we all know, college is a weird time of life.  I lived with two other girls, but our neighbors, we'll call them Pinky and The Brain, were almost always at our house.  They were the kind of guys that would just long board on down, and never leave.  Or shower.  But they were fun, so we let them stay.  So of course, they were at the house when Bucky came.  And they were not thrilled about me going on a date with someone they didn't know.  Because for about 2 minutes of our multiple year friendship, they decided to be protective.

I was getting ready when they showed up.  And when they found out his name was Bucky, they went into full big brother mode.  And how do you suppose they decided to show Bucky that he'd better be nice and watch his back?  By removing their shirts.

Lest you think this may actually be intimidating, these were two of the lankiest, skinniest boys I've ever known.

They walked around our house, practically beating their chests and grunting ape sounds, for 20 minutes until Bucky came.  Regardless of my pleading to be normal.  They answered the door when he rang the bell.  I believe they said, "Oh, you're here for Quinn?  Well, what exactly are your intentions with her?  What are you planning to do with her today?  You know, we can find out where you live."

Thank you, Pinky and the Brain, for making an awkward date have to start with the conversation, "Um, who are those guys?"

Geoff and Seamus

I have been neglecting this poor blog.  Did I tell you all I'm in grad school?  Cause sometimes (not often, but usually around the end of the semester) I actually focus on that.  Sometimes.

But a fabulous thing happened the other night, and I must share it with you all.

Lauren (my roommate, remember?) and her friends wanted to go to this brewery in town.  Living in the particular state that I live in, breweries are pretty common.  But they are usually a pretty chill place to hang out, so I tagged along.  And I am so glad I did.

Not two minutes after walking in, this red-headed man (we'll call him Seamus, since he had such bright red hair) came right up to Lauren and I and asked if we would join him for a game of pool.  After some hemming and hawing, we accepted.  Except Lauren didn't play, so her friend Molly took her place.  Molly and Seamus teamed up, leaving me with Seamus' friend Geoff.

The best part about this is that both Seamus and Geoff were characters all of their own.  While Seamus and Molly kicked butt at pool, Seamus put some hard core (though rather gentlemanly) moves on Lauren.  And while we were losing, Geoff was pretending he had game.  Now, an important fact about me is that I am terrible at pool.  So most of my shots not only didn't go in, but I often didn't even hit the ball.  Yet, after every miserable shot, Geoff would say, "That was perfect!  Great!"  And then he would high five me.  Only his hand, the one I was supposed to hit, was usually awkwardly placed at his hip.  So...not so much a high five as a hip five.

Meanwhile, Lauren was being serenaded by Seamus.  Yes, that's right.  Serenaded.  Here is the best lyric of the song he sang:  "I smell the colors, and they're beautiful."  He then grabbed her and started waltzing around the room, dipping her about every two steps.  At the end of this completely hilarious dance, he kissed her hand.  And then said, "Middle of next week, I'm going to take you on a date.  It may not be a great date, but it'll be awesome."

Guess what that date was?  A session of Core Yoga.

They were too sweet to actually be labeled as creepers, but it was a hilarious story, nonetheless.  And I'm still a little sad that Lauren got the singer, while I got the hip-fiver.