First Impression: A little country
Last Impression: A lot country
A few months after separating from my ex, I decided to start dating again. I wasn't looking for anything too serious, but wanted someone who I could go out with. I wanted to be able to go out to dinner, go see a movie, go play some putt putt, go walk around downtown...but that is hard to do when you are single and all of your friends are married or in relationships and/or have children. So when I told my friends I wanted to start dating again, they were great and very supportive and wanted to help.
One of them, let's call her Ellen, decided to set me up with a friend of her husband. Her husband, who I'll call Clark, is a nice man, but really country. Now, although I was born and raised in this area, I am just not a country girl. Have nothing against those that are, it's just not me. I don't like country music, I am scared of guns, farm animals are cool but smelly, and do people REALLY need a 10 foot antenna when their truck is already 3 times as tall as all the other vehicles on the road?? Seems like they'd get better reception anyway from being that high up! Sorry, I got sidetracked....So Clark had this friend, who I'll call Eddie. I was nervous to talk to him, because I'm a pretty shy person and it had been 6 years since I had done the dating thing. I asked Ellen, "Are you sure he isn't too country for me? Are you sure you think we'll be able to have a good conversation? Are you sure he isn't going to pass out if I told him I voted for Obama?" She assured me that he was a great guy and I told her she could give Eddie my number.
A couple nights later, I get a call from a number I don't recognize. I answer and hear something like, "I tawk Jeannie?" Ahh...must be Eddie. Our conversation is hard to type because for some reason redneck ebonics is not a language that is usually written...but it went something like this:
Me: "This is Jenny. You must be Eddie?"
Eddie: "Yaep, dis is me."
Me: "How are you doing?"
Eddie: "Perty near gud, you?"
Me: "I'm good, thanks"
Now...the small talk went on for a few minutes, with me spending 90% of that time having to ask him to repeat himself and still having no idea what he was saying. I knew I didn't want to actually go on a date with him, but he did seem like a truly nice guy, so I was also trying to figure out how to nicely decline if he asked me out. Then it came to this:
Eddie: "Reckon you'd wanna meet up?"
Me: (sheer curiosity) "What would you want to do if we were to go on a date?"
Eddie: "uhh"...long pause..."Ya like fishin?"
What? How do you even respond to that? Who the heck goes fishing on a first date?? Oh the wonderful ambiance of live worms and dead fish! I could just picture myself out on a little boat with this guy, stuck in the middle of a lake, with nothing to do but try to make conversation with someone I could barely understand. As one friend said...If it got too bad, I guess I could have made a swim for it!
After laughing out of surprise and quickly catching myself, I told Eddie that I did not like fishing, and maybe we just didn't have much in common. I remember thinking to myself, "Wow...that was crazy!" Looking back, I should have known that was just foreshadowing my future dating experiences!
Thanks for reading my blog! Keep an eye out for my next story...The Attack of the Leprechaun!
bwahahahah "reckon you'd wanna meet up?" hahahaha almost as good as "ya like fishin'?"
ReplyDeleteOh, and extra credit to whoever gets the movie reference! :)
ReplyDeleteHaha...Lizzy I'm not used to the blog thing yet. I tried to figure out how to "like" your comment!
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