Following the lead of good ol' Strong Bad
himself, the fam has just acquired a nice, new shiny desktop computer. Like, Compy Compe, widescreen, HD awesomeness. And it doesn't take a whole trimester to load. It's pretty sweet (and I'm getting the hang of using Windows 7, which makes me want a new laptop all the more - mostly because my Lappy is about to die anyway. Shiiiiiiiny object...)
Oh, and I have a date next Thursday. This couple in our branch knows a guy that works at the University of Utah (teaches? works? not sure) in the computer science department. They asked my dad if they should set me up with him and my dad said go for (without consulting me before he gave permission. Eh, oh well).
Last night, I was visiting my friend Kathryn and was having a jolly time when my dad called and said that he had relayed my phone number through the couple in our branch to their friend, Tom (and I have yet to learn his last name), who would likely be calling soon. Much to my chagrin and just being plain nervous about talking to this guy, I agreed (Kathryn was excited as all get out and ready to coach me through the phone call. 10-15 minutes later, my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, so I figure it's Tom. After a hurriedly exclaimed "Oh crap, what do I do?!!" I answer and talk to Tom. He sounds
nice, which is the best I can do at this point. He proposes we meet next Thursday and have dinner at a place yet-to-be-determined, but he'll let me know. We say good-bye and I hang up.
And Kathryn is bouncing off the freaking wall! She's got it all planned out - "wear those jeans with your heeled boots - I'll borrow a purse from my niece - oh, you'll need a nice jacket ..." and it continues. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about that. I'm just glad somebody
knows how to dress for success on a date, because I certainly don't. I'm like the female version of Leonard Hofstadter, PhD, but without the PhD (hm, maybe that's why Leonard is my favorite character on "The Big Bang Theory.") I have a penchant for making things incredibly awkward and blowing things out of proportion and reading too much into things, which is why I have avoided dating in the hopes that the time-honored tradition of arranged marriages will somehow make a comeback.
Oh, well - maybe this won't be so bad. Granted, I stress more than is necessary. It's a wonder I don't have some kind of anxiety disorder (I'm serious - I'm not making fun of people who have this problem. I've been known to have panic attacks over the most stupid things - but that's another post for another day).