Judgey Wudgey

I don't think since the Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie scandal of 2005 has there been a more controversial date in history. I got a series of comments following my last post consisting of, "Oh my god I can't believe you're going out with him. Why? Why? Why? This is madness! Ahhhhhhh!" Ok maybe I'm exaggerating just a tad.

I think it has to be some sort of record, but I literally went through an entire evening with this guy without knowing his name. I had brainstormed all day with friends how to find out his name, and came up with some awesome plans like stealing his wallet to look at his driver's license. Sister E finally settled it by saying, well hopefully he will be telling a story and it'll go something like, "So my friends said to me (insert name here) you're so crazy!"

The problem with that plan is that people say (insert name here) so quickly that all you really hear is a quick one syllable blurb and you have no idea if they're using their actual name, last name, or some sort of slangy nickname. Which is how I went through a night of, "Wait, did he say Chris? Is Chris his name? Or Nick? Did he say Nick?" in my head.

I think it's pretty awesome, and I just plan on referring to him as Vineyard Dude for the rest of my life.

And of course, I walked away from the whole thing with a very important lesson: first impressions can be misleading so you really should never judge a book by its cover (insert appropriate cliche here).

Despite my initial impressions of Vineyard Dude a month ago in Martha's Vineyard, he turned out to be a smart, funny, interesting, awesome guy. And I had a truly good time with him, despite my initial ambivalence. We grabbed a quick dinner, went out for drinks, and found out we have a lot in common. He's also, surprisingly, a good listener and seemed totally interested in my diatribes on life as a writer.

Now if only I could figure out his name...