Blind Date Part 1

While I was walking past the break room today one of my co-workers, who is adorable and a sweet heart, said, "I have a blind date on Friday". I am so excited for her, but even more excited for me because days of blind dates are thankfully a thing of the past. I do believe that it is possible to have a great blind date, but then again I still put out cookies for Santa every year too. As we danced around the break room all shouting questions at my co-worker about, "Where does he work?; what is his name?; how did you find out about him?" I couldn't help but drift back to my Sophomore year of college and my first blind date. Since I have been in the first grade I have been crazy for boys, well man crazy now (one man anyway). I love em. I love the way they smell, the way they walk, when they are fresh out of the shower, or sweaty after a run, yum, well you get the picture. So, during my Sophomore year of college when my roommate asked me if I was interested in meeting a guy from one of her classes that she assured me was very cool, what did I have to lose? The season was autumn and Purdue's campus was beautifully full of colorful leaves and the sounds of a school year just starting. My suitor and I agreed to meet on campus at a little cafe on the hill. At the time I lived off campus so I drove my car close to the cafe and awaited the sparks to fly. Anytime that I have fallen in love it has been the autumn weather that really awakens the goddess in me :) With the breezy night a perfect 60 degress and romantic setting of the cafe, college students running everywhere laughing and buying books, I settled in with a chai tea and started to dream of the wonderful man that I was sure to meet. Not long after I began sipping my chai tea the sweet Indian aromas were interrupted by the smell of a walking mulch mound. If you are a homeowner you know exactly what I am talking about. Even if you don't have a home you can imagine what manure and rotting wood smell like. In true lady like fashion I spit the large gulp of chai tea I had in my mouth on my lap (it really was a strong smell). As I was in panic mode trying to clean myself up and hoping that whatever was poluting the beautiful romantic scents of autumn would move on...it said my name. By "it" I mean the mulch scent!!! "Evelyn?" This is when I should have ran, but my parents tried to bring me up properly and a few things stuck, not most, but some. As my gaze moved from the rather large, bright white tennis shoes, to the Jordache jean shorts, to the sleveless tee to the dandrift filled eyebrows it all became clear that my roommate hated me. Stay tuned for part two when we go to his "fav" restaurant...