By Jena Thralls
Columnist
Remember the story about squishing a deer with the loser’s truck I told you about? Well it’s about time for another one. Except this story not with a deer, but a pony instead.
Don’t worry, I didn’t hit a pony with a truck. In fact, I didn’t get behind the wheel at all! Same place, same shit, and a different day. I was working at a local business and had a pretty close relationship with my boss. A husband and a wife owned the business, and at least one of them was always in and out of the office.
Jim always gave me a hard time when he came in. He was a funny guy, who over-analyzed everything. I’ve always been independent and have never really relied on a significant other for any reason. He over-analyzed this into a false assumption that I was gay.
I was taken aback by this, and I argued fervently with him that I was not gay. I explained to him that I was looking for the right person, and that he was going to be pretty much perfect for me. He’d be smart, have a good job, be able to support the family, and so on. When I finally finished rambling, there was a moment of silence, where Jim just stared at me.
Finally, he questioned, “So, you’re telling me that if a man showed up on a white horse, with roses and candy, you’d go on a date with him?”
During my explanation, he’d apparently made a lot of other assumptions too. I couldn’t even argue with him anymore. So, I just laughed and said, “Sure.”
The day went on and I didn’t think anything of the conversation we’d had. It was hardly out of the ordinary. Come four o’clock it was time to go home. Just as I was walking out the door reality hit me like a stack of bricks. I had completely dismissed the fact that Jim had a son, who was a graduate from Rose- Hulman, working as a full-time chemical engineer. A genius. Very nice. Computer-junkie-never-had-a-girlfriend kind of guy.
And there he was standing right in front of me. Riding a stick pony with roses and a candy bar. My face turned white. I’m pretty sure I looked up to the sky and thought, “Really?”
Cody smiled behind his glasses, “So you want to go on a date?” And he was dead serious.
What could I say? Seriously, think about it. This guy went to Toys ’R’ Us, walked straight down the stick pony isle, looked for a white unicorn, picked it up, waited in line with it, and paid for it. Then he rode his brand spankin’ new stick pony to the nearest flower shop to buy flowers. And then with his flowers and stick pony he took time to pick out the best candy bar ever invented—which was a Carmello, by the way.
So yes, of course I went on a date with the kid.
Of all places, Cody chose to go to Indianapolis. I have to say it was really classy, but still not my cup of tea. We went ice-skating and then out to eat at a nice restaurant afterwards. It was the most awkward experience ever. First, he wanted to hold my hand the entire time we skated. And I mean the entire time was a long damn time. Circle, after circle, after another stupid circle. I didn’t even care that we were holding hands. My ankles were on fire. My skates were splitting them in half.
The car ride home, he (not I) talked about math equations. I never thought I’d be engaged in such a conversation. Except, I wasn’t really engaged in it at all.
When he finally brought me back to my car, I’ve never moved fast enough in my life. Nothing like trying to avoid that completely unnecessary first date kiss thing. Yikes!
Anyway, Cody and I were still on good terms at least. I mean, at least I didn’t wreck his car. He was a very nice guy, and I actually enjoyed the date more than I thought I would. Aside from the fact that my ankles are still scarred to this day, I guess it was fun while it lasted.
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