Dating a divorced parent
Back in the day (late 2009-mid 2010) I blogged about some pretty memorable dates and I figured I would pull one out of the vault, touch it up and share it with you. Or Passover, depending on your religious preference.I haven’t written about any crazy dating stories in quite a while because I’ve got a rad chick in my life (my Muse) and there aren’t crazy dating stories because she lives 3,000 miles away from my Southern California home.Back at my office I watched her climb into her Mustang and as I drove home had a hard time coming to terms with this new reality.I knew that statistically there had to be at least a handful of 36-year-old virgins in Southern California, but I never expected one to be cute. I thought about e-mailing and suggesting they add a box on their profiles for “VIRGIN” but figured it would make me seem like a douche.
The Virgin told me she had heard that some “engage in relations” before they’re married but didn’t know they had a reputation. As she did I looked over and saw that perma-smile still on her face.After a while we decided it was time for dinner but couldn’t figure out where to go. “I’m here with you and I want you to go Mexican tonight! My expectations for the night just went way, way up.There were a myriad of restaurants to choose from and she asked if I minded going to Tortilla Jo’s Cantina. She was cute and I’ll admit that I had already wondered what it would be like to “go Mexican” with her. But as it was a first date and considering I’m generally a pretty nice guy, I hadn’t put too much thought into it. For the record, “bolillo” means “white bread” in kind of a “yo, crackah” way.Right after I put a bite of chile relleno in my mouth, as if on cue, my date very casually mentioned that she was a virgin. Actually I drained the glass and was pouring another as I asked, “So. ” The Virgin went on to explain that she had never been married, had been in only one serious relationship and that she was Catholic which meant that she knew it was a sin to have sexual relations outside of marriage. Joes.” I know that I’m gonna sound like an ass when I say this, but the next thing that went through my mind was, “I guess I’m not going Mexican tonight.” Somehow we managed to change topics and finish our meal.I somehow swallowed my food without choking, looked up and said, “No shit? I tried my best not to laugh out loud and as I tried to suppress my laughter she asked what was so funny. After dinner we walked around a bit more, grabbed some coffee and dessert and found a bench with a good view of the Disneyland fireworks.
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