I’m Glad To Know I Look Feverish When I Run.

Everyone seemed to like the last date review so much that I decided to do another one — this time I wanted to add a few goofy surprises to the mix instead of trying to plan the perfect date, though. Here is what my date wrote about our evening together:

A few weeks ago Krista asked if I would review a date that she planned and coordinated and my only job would be to write about it afterwards. I was excited and felt up to the task, so I gave her the go-ahead.

Other than me picking her up, she explained that she wanted to be the one to run the date. So around 6:30 I went to her house and let her take charge. When she got in the car we started talking. She was instructing me on our route without giving any insight into where we were heading. Now, I understand that she was doing her best to make sure I was heading in the right direction, but it wasn’t until six minutes and twenty four seconds into the date that she told me I looked nice. And she only did so after I told her how great she looked. So for the next ten minutes I was obviously self-conscious. Maybe I should have worn a nicer shirt?

After about 10 minutes of driving we turned into a shopping center and parked right in front of Otani Japanese Steak and Seafood restaurant. Otani is a hibachi restaurant that I was always interested in trying out but never had. As we were walking up to the door, Krista feverishly rushed ahead to hold the door open for me.  This is where some confusion set in… Just because she planned it didn’t mean she should have been the “dude” on the date. I guess it was my fault since I made a big deal about the six minute and twenty four second thing earlier.

Krista walked up to the hostess and gave her name for the reservation. They promptly sat us down at our own table. Now, having only had the whole hibachi experience on a vacation in another country, I am certainly no hibachi pro. Krista, knowing this, took full advantage.

When the waitress brought out our salads and soups, I noticed something “off” about the soup. It was essentially chicken broth with one mushroom and two noodles. That was it… Mushroom, noodles, chicken water. I told Krista, and expressed my lack of knowledge and experience as being a factor in me not knowing how to approach eating (drinking?)  that bowl. So she kindly (well, I thought she was being kind), explained to me how to eat the soup. You carefully pick the bowl up with both hands, bring it to your face, and drink it. Thanks, Krista! So I did as she said. Ignoring the large spoon they bring out with the soup that was apparently not supposed to be used to eat it, I brought the bowl up and drank some of it. Krista immediately started laughing. She laughed so loudly that a good majority of the restaurant looked over at me drinking my chicken broth soup. I was fooled!

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I managed to snap a photo of the incident.
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The culprit.

Finally it was time for our main course. The chef came over, did his impressive tricks with his knives and spatulas, and began cooking the rice. Then the Shrimp. Then the Chicken. Then the Steak and vegetables. My mouth is watering thinking back to it. As he was cooking, he began cutting little pieces of each of the meat.  He was about to toss some to me, and told me I had to catch it in my mouth. I could see the determination in his eyes to give me some difficult tosses, but I’ve never been one to back away from a challenge. He asked me if I was ready, and I confidently nodded my head, with an unwavering “yes.” The first shot was high but catch-able. It bounced off my nose, and Krista laughed hysterically as she took a video of the failed attempt. The second throw, also high, went right over my head. I had no chance.

His third toss, though not perfect, I miraculously caught.

Krista was up next. She looked at me and told me she’s never missed in this situation. Ever. I told her that sounds like an impressive streak and that I hope she didn’t jinx herself. She did. The toss bounced right off her face and onto the ground. As did the second toss. However, she caught the third attempt.

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The chef completed cooking the entire meal, and Krista and I chatted while we ate. The food was delicious, and I was very impressed with Krista’s choice of restaurant. She certainly earned some points for that.

It was finally time for dessert, which was where the big surprise came in. Out of nowhere the lights in the restaurant dimmed, disco lights began flashing, and I was surrounded by employees who began singing a hibachi version of “Happy Birthday.” My birthday isn’t until the end of March, so I was truly caught off guard. It turned out that a couple hours before we met up Krista brought balloons and cupcakes to the restaurant to hold there for our date.

The cupcakes were delicious, and the whole thing was extremely thoughtful. Though completely unnecessary and probably a little over the top considering it wasn’t even close to my birthday, I appreciated the planning and preparation that went in to this date.

Overall I had an awesome time. Krista knows what she’s doing when she plans a date, and I would certainly recommend anybody taking her up on the offer if it’s ever on the table for you to take. But keep in mind — after this great date, I plan on you having to compete with me. 😉

Playing With Matches

I had a hilarious time babysitting last night. One of the little girls I watch is in the fourth grade, and somehow got a hold of my iPhone.

She was swiping through my apps so I walked over to see what she was checking out. I cringed a little as she clicked on Tinder, but I took her to the “liking” area for her to swipe right or left. I explained how the game was played, and she caught on quickly. I have to say, she has great taste in guys!

Her criteria for choosing was kind of hilarious. She said that she liked guys with muscles or military men. That’s cool with me.

Then she noticed that there was an option to chat with the men she chose. I let her send the first message, which was usually something like, “Hey cutie, my name is Krista.”

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At least I found out early that he didn’t swipe right because of how funny I am.

I told her that after I screened the incoming messages (Because you know how Tinder can be…) she could reply back. She told a man in a Speedo that she liked his swimsuit and he was very receptive to the compliment.

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Despite the spelling/grammatical errors and creepy message he still wanted to hang.

By the end of the evening I think I had about 100 new matches and a 6 pack from laughing so much. As I was gathering my things to leave, my little partner in crime informed me that she was a great matchmaker and would “hook me up with someone” for the holidays. I am looking forward to seeing her try, but I think I’d rather spend my time goofing off with her than with any of the guys she is trying to set me up with.

Today’s lesson: You really never know who might be on the other end of a screen — you could be Tindering with a ten-year-old girl.

Trying Out Tinder

I just downloaded Tinder and am ready to get swiping.

Tinder reminds me of a Facebook page in which you can only be friends with the opposite sex… And literally everyone on there is flirting with you, but that’s totally “normal.” I almost feel like I am on The Bachelorette because of how many guys I am talking to on here at once.

Well, it’s only day one and I’ve already had my first major faux pas. Go figure!

My first flub was when I saw the “moments” tab at the top of the page and began swiping through them to see what was going on. I didn’t realize that by swiping them away (To the right, of course) I had accidentally “liked” all of those pictures. I swiped especially fast when I saw a gross crotch shot of a guy in his underwear (We’ll leave what this looked like up to your imagination)… To this day I’m not sure which guy had posted it, and if he is still lurking somewhere in my matches.

Anyway, I proceeded to get several messages from guys talking about the moments that I had liked. To make matters worse, I asked all of them if they were referring to the underwear shot, and they all acted super-confused. I just did not appreciate that picture and wasn’t interested in chatting about it further with the creep!

Needless to say, every single guy seemed slightly offended that I thought they would post a photo of themselves in their underwear; however most of them still chatted with me afterwards.

Today’s lesson: The men on Tinder are very forgiving, and you should get into a habit of swiping pictures to the left. It’s safer that way.