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?"