SO Apparently I am suppose to go on this date, the only thing is I don't know the guy, the guy doesn't know me, nor about the date yet.
Now just wait one minute, I pulled my boat ashore and was quite content hiking instead of fishing for a while, but apparently this wasn't good enough for my parents!!! AM I that pathetic?!??! Okay, don't answer that..... any how, here is the story that has yet to be continued....
So my Mom does taxes for H&R Block, and apparently this young man came in that was "perfect" for me. So my Mom did this young man's taxes, saw that he was 28, had 40 acres, a house, a good job, liked the outdoors, went to church, was shy, and was good looking. Well, keeping with professionalism my Mom thought "Wow, he would be perfect for my daughter. So the next day, an older couple with the same last name came in. My Mom chatted with them and asked if their son had come in to H&R Block earlierthat week and they stated that he had and started talking about there son, and my Mom sneakily asked, so he has a new house, he talked about how excited he was, but he didn't meantion a fiance or girlfriend, what does she think aboutthe house. Alas, the lad had no such fiance or girlfriend, and only mainly hung out with two friends of his that where married. After talking some more my Mom meantioned some things about me, and after a while this guy's (Patrick is his name I guess) parents said, "Oh well you have to have your daughter call my son they sound perfect for each other." The Lady then proceeded to hand my Mom Patrick's phone number. To which my Mom replied something to the effect that Patrick wouldn't know who I was if I called, or how I got his number. His Mom then continued stating that she would talk to him about it first, and all I had to do was call. She then again stated she hoped I would call.
WHAT!?!??!??!? My word, don't I have a say in this? Is this back to the dark ages where your parents pick out your husband? Am I that pathetic? SHEESH?!?!? Help me..... now I have to call this guy to hang out. Advernture here I come... stay tuned for the continuation of this blog coming soon!!!!
In conclusion: I must be a bad fisher woman because now someone else has taken over my boat, driven me to a new fishing hole, chosen my bait, thrown the line over board, and handed me my fishing rod. I just keep thinking that all I want to do is blow up the whole freakin lake!!! Where is that dynamite, and then............ in analogy terms what exactly would dynamite thrown in a lake mean in relationship avoiding? Pulling out some teeth, not showering, gaining weight, talking funny or like an idiot, or.....??!?!?? Hmmm..... any ideas out there?
So my Mom does taxes for H&R Block, and apparently this young man came in that was "perfect" for me. So my Mom did this young man's taxes, saw that he was 28, had 40 acres, a house, a good job, liked the outdoors, went to church, was shy, and was good looking. Well, keeping with professionalism my Mom thought "Wow, he would be perfect for my daughter. So the next day, an older couple with the same last name came in. My Mom chatted with them and asked if their son had come in to H&R Block earlierthat week and they stated that he had and started talking about there son, and my Mom sneakily asked, so he has a new house, he talked about how excited he was, but he didn't meantion a fiance or girlfriend, what does she think aboutthe house. Alas, the lad had no such fiance or girlfriend, and only mainly hung out with two friends of his that where married. After talking some more my Mom meantioned some things about me, and after a while this guy's (Patrick is his name I guess) parents said, "Oh well you have to have your daughter call my son they sound perfect for each other." The Lady then proceeded to hand my Mom Patrick's phone number. To which my Mom replied something to the effect that Patrick wouldn't know who I was if I called, or how I got his number. His Mom then continued stating that she would talk to him about it first, and all I had to do was call. She then again stated she hoped I would call.
WHAT!?!??!??!? My word, don't I have a say in this? Is this back to the dark ages where your parents pick out your husband? Am I that pathetic? SHEESH?!?!? Help me..... now I have to call this guy to hang out. Advernture here I come... stay tuned for the continuation of this blog coming soon!!!!
In conclusion: I must be a bad fisher woman because now someone else has taken over my boat, driven me to a new fishing hole, chosen my bait, thrown the line over board, and handed me my fishing rod. I just keep thinking that all I want to do is blow up the whole freakin lake!!! Where is that dynamite, and then............ in analogy terms what exactly would dynamite thrown in a lake mean in relationship avoiding? Pulling out some teeth, not showering, gaining weight, talking funny or like an idiot, or.....??!?!?? Hmmm..... any ideas out there?
posted by Nell, your friendly Red Wing Corrections Officer @ 12:05 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:08 AM,
Anonymous said…
I sugjest snorting when you laugh, works like a charm everytime, at least for me it does...its equivelent to yanking the bait out of the fishes mouth before its hooked.
At 12:28 PM,
Jason said…
That is a good story, you should definitly call him and go on a date with him, if all that happened just so you could could meet him then i say go for it. Maybe its God way of setting you two up.
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