So, I met a boy named Trevor. He was incredibly nice, but also incredibly young. Like, too young to legally drink. He's twenty years old. I think that I officially qualified myself as a cougar by going on a date with him. Oops.
Anyway, I met Trevor at a Starbucks in Hermosa Beach so that we could chat. We talked at length about our plans for the zombie apocalypse. It was hilarious. After Starbucks, we walked down to the pier and found an arcade. Naturally, we played Guitar Hero and Air Hockey. I won at Guitar Hero but lost at Air Hockey. We also discussed the intricacies of the cast of Scooby-Doo. Obviously, I am Velma (not Daphne). As dorky as all of this sounds, I actually had a great time with him. He's a really nice guy.
At the end of our date, he mentioned that his car was in the shop so his parents had to pick him up. So I said that I'd wait around until they showed up. This resulted in me meeting his parents ON THE FIRST DATE. Kinda awkward, but not as bad as you might think.
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