as most of my readers know, i've been dating a girl named katie for a few months now. she's cute/smart/funny/quirky and in my opinion, things seem to be going well. we get along, but often find ourselves disagreeing on one particular subject. it seems that there is a discrepancy in the set of facts that either of us presents regarding our first date. i will now use the blog format to resolve this dispute and set the record straight.
it was late december of 2008 and christmas was fast-approaching. our friend bub was having a party at his silver spring house, and kevin, chris and i decided to go. it was a friday night and i wouldn't get home till a little before ten. my friends were accomodating enough to wait for me.
there were only a few people at the house when we got to the party. i started with a strong drink and decided that i would be especially social that evening. as the night grew old i grew very drunk, and my list of people met and ladies charmed grew tall. suddenly i noticed that a little person was talking to me. she was about 4'11", snowy white skin, strawberry blonde hair and very pretty. she looked really wasted and was slurring her speech and falling all over me, but there was something very charming about her, so i stuck around.
"hi, i'm katie" she said. "can i pleeeeease get your number?"
"sure," i replied. "here it is. my name is dave. your beauty has me speechless, unlike the twelve other only mildly attractive girls that have given me their numbers this night. wilst thou now come with me, little one? i have something to give you."
it was the eve of the winter solstice and the full moon above was huge. together we walked through a standing of tall, black, leafless trees and crossed a wooden bridge where we came upon a snow-covered knoll. her eyes were cold and beautiful like the full moon in a frozen river. it was here that i presented her with the Moon Ring that she now bears, anointing her my lover...
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All I remember, having totally been there, was that you arrived at the party on your obsidian steed Brego, whom you parked on the lawn next to my Toyota Corolla.
that was pretty funny dave, although i think katie needs to offer up her version of the story. also, your new blog header makes me dizzy in an emo way.
Hmm, this isn’t exactly accurate...
- I am 5’3’’, which hardly qualifies me as a little person (the defining characteristic being a height of 4’10’’ or shorter). It also only makes me only two inches shorter than Dave’s “average to tall (i.e. short)”. I can see over his head.
- The accusation of slurring speech and falling all over drunk is a bit of a stretch of the imagination coming from someone who was using the front pocket of his sweater as a cup holder for beer and having conversations with a miniature Ebenezer Scrooge that was part of a Christmas display…I actually had to go into to work the next morning and couldn’t drink too much because I didn’t want to tarnish my reputation for always arriving on time or early.
- I didn’t beg for his number. He asked for mine. When he put it in his phone, he realized that there was already a Katie in there and asked for my last name. I gave it to him, and he asked in disbelief: “is that your real last name? are you really sure? that’s really your last name?” as if I had made it up to trick him in some way.
- I had been led to believe that the eve of the winter solstice story actually took place after our first date about a week later. I was a bit surprised to see that it had been changed to occur during the first meeting. It sounds nice, but didn’t happen… at least not with me. It must have been one of the twelve other girls from that night or maybe Mercedes, the local ice rink hussy.
I think the new blog header looks like the cover to some modern fiction book, possibly by Nick Horny, about the feeling of displacement associated with entering the early stages of living life as an adult in this crazy mixed up world.
katie...your rendition of this evening seems more realistic, although in my opinion you and dave appear to be the same height and if dave cut his hair, you might actually be up on him by an inch or two. also, i can't believe you didn't remember me being at that party...
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