Okay, let’s be real. I could totally lie and tell you that I’ve been going out on dates left and right. Or that I’ve mastered the art of finally picking up dudes at bars. That would all be a giant lie. I have done nothing. I’ve been working, dancing, trapezing, and having an amazing amount of visitors. I haven’t had time to try to go on dates, let alone the want. However, last week I made a little headway.
WHO: Rose (yes, you saw that correctly. Rose. A lady.)
WHAT: Real Life?!
WHEN: Last week
WHERE: Anthropologie, Seattle
WHY: Because I have no mouth filter.
The….well, the situation:
My sister had been crashing with me for a few days. I woke up to fresh baked bread, coffee, and Sister painting over the graffiti wall that O had done a few months ago. I headed to work and had a pretty normal day, until a woman came in looking for a couch. We sit on the couch looking at fabric swatches and chatting for a few minutes. She is funny and very eclectic. She’s a costume designer and wants something that will pop in her living room. She grabs her phone to show me the space where the couch would go.
Me: “Oooo! The red would look killer in that space!”
Her: “Right? Let me show you a few more pictures.” (swipe swipe swipe)
Me: “Wait. Who is that?”
Her: “That’s my son!”
Me: “Is he single and does he want to date me?”
Her: “Excuse me?”
Me: “I was just kidding, hahahahaha, I mean kinda? But really. Does he want to date me?”
I’m kicking myself for the verbal diarrhea that won’t stop coming out of my mouth.
Me: “I’m single! I love bacon, and I totally have a tattoo to prove it. We should set this up! Also, I have a killer relationship with my family and I have a job. OO! I teach dance classes, took up trapeze, and did I mention the bacon tattoo?”
Her: “I’m Rose and please let me see your tattoo.”
I bust out my bacon bicep tattoo. She laughs and tells me her son is single and loves to cook.
Her: “Well, I am definitely going to order this couch. How do we go about the dating thing?”
Me: “Um..uh…here’s my card? I mean if your son is totally okay with a blind date with an almost total stranger, then he should totally call me. But it’s no big deal if not. I mean it would be so fun cause I just moved here, but yeah, no pressure or anything……”
Her: “This was such a successful shopping day!”
Me: “Rose, I’m Tara. So glad you aren’t totally creeped out by my randomness. Guess maybe I’ll talk to you soon!”
Rose: “You are lovely. This could definitely work out. Talk soon!”
The next day Rose’s husband comes in to, um, “look at the couch.” Now, he had already seen it online and called the store about it before Rose came in, so there was no real reason. But sure. He asks for me and we end up chatting on the couch for about 20 min. All the things Rose and I chatted about, however brief, he casually brings up.
Peter: “So I hear you’re from San Francisco!”
Definitely didn’t tell Rose that.
Me: “Yep! Just moved a few months ago. So this couch, comfy right?”
Peter: “And you are a dancer?”
Me: “Oh! Yes, I teach Salsa classes.”
Peter: “Hmm, interesting. And you like Bacon?”
I didn’t remember telling Rose that either, so I assume I’ve been Facebook stalked. I can’t decide if I’m creeped out or flattered.
We chat a little bit more, and finally talk about the couches. He leaves and the next day I get a text from the Son!
He seems normal, at least via text message. Funny, witty, fast replies. But after a week of texting and me initiating a potential hangout, I’m over it. Again, I don’t want a text message buddy. I want to meet in real life. I have all sorts of ridiculous adventures planned and none of them involve hanging out on my phone. There are 20 places in Seattle with old fashioned photo booths. There is a german town north of here with pretzels and beers. Sarah’s uncle has a SAILBOAT!!!! A BOAT! TO SAIL! So many fun things!
I realize that I could have called him, but keep in mind WE HAVE LEGIT never met and are getting set up by his parents. Who FACEBOOK STALKED ME. So I sent one last text message and when I didn’t hear back after a few days, well, it’s probably for the best.
On the bright side, his parents did buy 2 couches.
Never compromise on someone who might live with their parents on VERY expensive couches from Anthropologie and are text savvy. Le sigh.