Changing things up...

OK, so this blog used to be about my progress after my knee replacement surgery. Now that I'm six months post surgery, I thought I should come up with something else to blog about. So I have chosen dating. And maybe job hunting. Who knows. Anything goes at this point, since I have some free time on my hands.



To protect the innocent, not so innocent and the stupid, I might have had to change some names and details. Don't try too hard to figure out who these people are (even though I do live in the world's biggest small town and you might be able to figure it out).



So this past Sunday my friend Mia and I went to tailgate at the Bengals game. Didn't want to go to the game necessarily (since they're so bad it's tough to watch), just wanted to have some beers and see some friends. As we were standing in the parking lot a bunch of guys walked past us towards the stadium entrance. One of them was good looking (I thought), so I mentioned it to Missy.



She decides to call him over and find out his name. Bengal Boy and I trade numbers. He sends me a couple of text messages during the game wanting me to meet him and his buddies somewhere in Mainstrasse after the game. Right...like I'm going to meet some random drunk strangers in Kentucky. Anyway, I told him I was busy and he suggested we meet for drinks on Monday night. Meeting location was public, in the daylight and at a nice place, so I figured no harm in meeting for a drink.



Monday morning I get a very sweet "good morning, looking forward to seeing you" text. Get a couple more nice messages that morning. I'm thinking this guy is going to win Date of the Week!



I had lunch with Missy that day and during lunch I get a text that reads:

Hey there. I didn't get to spend much time talking before the game.

I might have forgotten to mention that I have a wife.

Hope that doesn't put a dent in things.

My response was:

Wives get in the way.

No dice on our date tonight.

So obviously I didn't go on the date. And after Missy and most of the employees of the Hamilton County Courthouse made fun of me, I wrote it off as one of those funny Cincinnati things.

So later that afternoon I walk home from the bank. As I get to the Walgreens I notice a very handsome man walking towards me. As he gets closer I take a good look and who do you think it is???? That's right...it's Bengal Boy!!!! He looks me square in the eye, gets flustered, blood drains from his face and he jumps in the middle of the street to cross to the other side, coming very close to getting hit by a car in the process. All this to avoid contact with me. Serves him right, scumbag.

I used to think stuff like this only happens in Cincy. Now I'm starting to think stuff like this only happens to me.