The nonprofit that I’m on the board of had a fundraising event a couple of weekends ago. I agreed to go because it seemed like the right thing to do; my best friend, Lucy, agreed to help me fundraise because that’s what best friends do.
Also because she is great at it.
Also because it was at an event that involved a good bit of drinking and she is also very skilled at harassing drunk dudes.
And, as it turned out, harassing drunk dudes to go on dates with me.
I don’t know really how it all went down, but she would periodically circle back to me and say “[some descriptor of a guy] really wants to date you” and then she’d be on her way to sell more raffle tickets.
A few of the guys came up to me. I was legitimately busy so I’m not going to say that I did the best job of batting my eyes and I should also note that none of them were David Beckham.
One guy came up to me, talked for a few minutes, left for a while, showed back up. Was relatively nice. Kept asking how it was that I didn’t have a boyfriend. Was self-deprecating but not overly so. Is not short. Definitely got a big sell on me from Lucy, because he kept remarking on it (“She says you’re the best person that she knows.”). Possibly has a bad haircut. Seems like a genuinely decent dude. Bought a respectable number of raffle tickets. Left with my number.
Asked me on a date for this coming Saturday night.
I agreed and a lot of the reason I did so was because of how enthusiastic Lucy feels about him. Me? I am unsure leaning towards genuinely unenthusiastic but feel like I should give it a try.
I also feel like I’m going to need to get my eyebrows done before Saturday.
I also feel like I should have a few date-ready outfits and I most definitely do not.
I should probably get a charming personality before Saturday, too.
This is a lot of work.