Okay, so about a month ago my aunt Brooke announced that she had found me a husband. Well, last night I met him for the first time. Brooke invited both of us over to make pizza. I walked in, got introduced to Derek (apparently he is my future husband… first impression, he was cuter than I thought he would be. Brooke’s description was he’s normal, he isn’t hideous or anything) and then I was called in to help with the food preparation (which I wasn’t very helpful. I took some cups off of the fridge, and put the bowl of dough on the table). We started making our pizza, sprinkles and all. Brooke’s neighbors Amanda and Darrel came over with their kids to make some pizza.
While our pizzas were cooking we, meaning the adults, went in the other room to play Quiddler (right, Brooke?) I learned that Derek shouldn’t deal when we play cards… he dealt almost every hand… and I never had anything worth playing. Darrel even told his son (maybe 8 or 9 years old) that he should come over and help me. Thanks for your support.
We played another game where we had to have our partner guess two words by verbal clues, acting, or drawing. I don’t mean to brag, but I think that me and Derek did quite well at this. I don’t know what the end score was but we definitely beat Brooke and Andy. The third game that we all played was interesting… I don’t know how to tell who won. But I did learn that I am skilled at drawing pictures on my head.
Amanda and Darrel left, it was getting late and they had to get there kids in bed. Lucy and Abby were put to bed (not that Lucy actually went to sleep). We talked for a couple of hours and then Derek left.
My thoughts on the night? It would be worth a second date. He’s a little bit older than I am, which isn’t really a problem for me… and whatever happens happens.