So 2 hours, 45 minutes, and a few mosquito bites later and I had completed my first date in 11 years. How’s that for breaking a record? Record? Should I call that a record? I don’t know. Seems strange. Let’s put a pin in that one. As we were talking I realized that I should be a tad bit careful about what I say here in the event that I let him be my Facebook Friend – you know – things could be a little strange if I said I thought he had the “look” of a toad in heat. Which he didn’t – let’s be very clear, but if I did say something like that – it could be bad. So maybe we could try code. He is a Yankee by birthright, but a Southerner by trade. He drives a vehicle that has 4 wheels that all touch the ground that he can easily get into, but so can other people – I would say my Jeep would have height on his vehicle. He works for a company that has multiple locations, but the one that comes to mind other than Wilmington is in NY State. He has a beautiful lady pit bull that can obviously hold her pee (I’m sure if Apollo met her they would get on swimmingly!) He really is getting into this Southern lifestyle as he owns a Carport instead of a Garage. I’m not too sure about his sanity because he likes the hills of PA (Sorry Aunt Linda!), but I told him I would only go back if someone died or something overly dramatic like that I think – who knows – the Starbucks took over. Or maybe it was the oversized Red Bull I had right before. You never know. Lol! Then before we parted, he said he would like to do this again and I agreed. When I got home he also sent a text saying he had a great time. What? Where is the game in this? Wasn’t he supposed to wait 1 or 2 days? Wasn’t I supposed to worry if he liked me? Nothing? I don’t think he read the manual correctly. Should we take away his man card?