The Matrix

I took a break from dating. I got back together with my ex and that just didn't work out. I have been laying low and avoiding the whole dating thing. But come on, that's BORING! So, I set myself up on a blind date.

I talk to this guy on the phone for work all the time. Seemed like a nice normal guy. He has a job, that's something, right? I knew he had kids (still unsure if this is a plus in general) but I figured what the heck? At least I'd make a new friend. He tells me that he wants to hit Twin River and that he's paying. I am thinking this sounds better than my plan to eat the last of the cheese from the fridge and bum beers off my neighbors.

The first thing I noticed was the denim button up shirt. The second thing I notice is that he has a tattoo on the back of his shaved bald head. After about 20 minutes of trying to figure out what the hell it was, I get a full on view of the word "MATRIX". I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I mean, how wasted do you have to be to get the word matrix tattooed on the back of your skull? Not that I have never had a tattoo that I regretted. I have. But I got it fixed. And it wasn't on the back of my skull!

I put my judgement aside and continued on with the date. Mostly because I knew I would have to scrape some green stuff off the cheese in my fridge order to go ahead with my original plan. Partly because I was dumb enough to let him pick me up, so I didn't have my own car. I have to stress here that I knew this guy and he has references, so I wasn't worried about being kidnapped.

So he tells me that his cousin is coming out with us. And maybe a girl, let's call her "Judy". We go pick up the cousin and he invites us in for a quick drink. A quick drink turned into 6. His cousin is actually a really nice guy. Would have been more fun if he wasn't 50! In the course of conversation I find out that "Judy" is my dates ex wife...and that they are not even divorced yet. I almost wished she had joined us. It might have made for better blogging.

We never made it to the casino. It's ok, though. I was offered some tasty snacks, including pretzels, peanut butter and apricot jelly served on ritz crackers, pickles, & Drakes cherry pie. It was just like visiting my grandfather. All that was missing was the french vanilla ice cream and a cribbage board.

I have to laugh at this, right?!