Down On Ferry Farm

Friends, I have had a weekend that was downright decadent. Friday night I went over to Renee’s house so she could make me dinner – Lasagna, no less. She was concerned because I was picking up all the checks whenever we went out. “I’m going to have to make dinner for you” she says. So we had a nice quiet dinner at her place on Friday night. The next morning we got up and did a little shopping. She bought some sparkly shoes for her daughter and I bought some new shoes that I can wear to work. We also walked around a couple of “house wares”-type stores and she bought some new sheets. Later that day we went to see a movie (“Dan in Real Life”) and ate some food. Sunday morning we got up and she had to go pick up her daughter – ex-husband had her for the weekend – so we didn’t have much planned. * It was so nice and so comfortable I just couldn’t believe it. We talked about all the ‘heavy’ things you’re supposed to talk about: Religion, Politics, Sports, Life, etc. There wasn’t anything she

Biscotti! To the person who understands the humor, please do not respond. We will talk later.

On Wednesday of this week I got a call from the dating service saying they had another match for me. “Uh… well, I – uh..” I stuttered to her. “Is there a problem?” she asked. I then proceeded to tell her that I’ve had several dates with one of the young ladies that they set me up with previously. She then said I could put myself ‘on hold’ and explore this new relationship. I needed to talk to Renee to see where her head was. When we finally talked, Renee was pretty frank about the whole situation and said that I should go on the date. I felt weird at that moment. I wanted her to say that I shouldn’t go, that she wanted me all to herself. I wanted to feel good after the conversation, but I didn’t. By the way, this is sort of what Renee looks like: I called the dating service back and asked them to set up the date. In the mean time, Renee messaged me and asked if I wanted to come over Friday night. As quickly as I could, I replied “yes”. So Friday night comes and I’m very relaxed about t

I know I just wrote but I had an experience I thought was cool that I'd share. I went to deposit my check in the bank today so I drove to the nearest ATM that belongs to my bank. I had been to these ATM's recently and saw how they were new units now with large color screens. So I pull up and I'm looking for the little envelopes they have at the ATM so I can shove my check in there with the deposit slip. No envelopes. There's a little sticker on there that even says "you don't need envelopes anymore". I'm a bit confused but I look further. There's a slot just above the one where you insert your card for putting in cash or checks. Wait, what? So I push the button that tells the machine I want to deposit my check and it tells me to slide my check into that slot. It grabs the check like an angry librarian. A few seconds later a scan of the actual check appears on the screen with the amount it's made out for. "Is this the correct amount?"

For some reason, going over to Renee’s (that's what I have decided to nickname her) house on Friday night was giving me some anxiety. I was more nervous than a hooker in church… and I don’t know why. Maybe because I was unsure of where she lived and didn’t want to appear foolish. You see, usually I map out everything ahead and make a dry run to the location before I end up going. Well, I didn’t have time to do that in this case. Anyhow, I have my map and my directions and I head out into the great unknown. But first, I stop at the store and pick up some beer. Now, I know you’re thinking this is what screwed me up (keep reading) but it really didn’t. So I’m traveling along with my instructions and I get down this really long and winding road (Beatles!) and I’m thinking to myself “this can’t be right”. One of her instructions to me was to go all the way to the end of “North Whatever Blvd”. So I get all the way out to the end of this road and I decide to call her. “This can’t be right

So Bachelorette #2 calls me last night (I haven’t decided what nickname to give her yet) when she’s driving home from the airport. She’s been out of town, you see. She tells me about her trip and I tell her about my quiet week so far. Then we talk about what we want to do next time we get together. I get the feeling that she’s been to most of the restaurants in the area – even the “out of the way” ones. So she tells me “why don’t you come over to my house and we’ll watch a movie”. I tell her in my most calm and collected voice “Yea, I can do that”. She tells me it will have to be after her daughter goes to bed (around 8pm), which is fine with me. In the hours since then, I have wrestled with the idea that this is too soon, too fast, too much. On one side it’s not like she asked me to sleep with her – on the other it’s not like she DIDN’T either. The problem? I don’t want to mess this up. This woman is really cool and laid back. She is (self-described as) low maintenance. She’s got a gr

Well, after my last successful date, I figured we ought to try it again. In fact, at the first date I told her that it wasn’t up for debate – that we WOULD go out again. And we did. It was the Saturday following the first date. She had been out with a friend of hers on Friday night and they must have gotten a little wild with the drinks because she appeared to be “hurtin’” come date-night. I suggested a couple of places and we settled on a laid-back little place where we could just hang out and talk. Before we get to the date, I have to explain what I was doing beforehand. Superman had invited me to a corporate function of his wife’s work. It was given a renaissance theme. That was fine but the woman who was doing the announcements had a very screechy voice… AND she was amplified… AND she was yelling. We ate the obligatory hot dog and hamburger and generally made our presence known – then got the hell out of dodge. I think if it wasn’t for the screeching woman we would have stayed long