It's on

Sweet Jeebus help me, I have a blind date on Friday.

It’s with the guy I mentioned here. After that first post on this topic, I decided to take the passive-aggressive route, and replied to my friend’s Facebook message with: “That would be ok, but I don’t know if I’d be the most fun date in the world right now” and told her all about my fractured vertebrae, and how I basically can’t do anything other than lay on my couch and stare at the TV (sort of true, as that’s all I really feel like doing right now).

But apparently, that wasn’t enough to deter her. She called me yesterday and asked if it was ok for her to give her husband’s friend my number. I said yes, because I really don’t have a reason to say no.

So the guy (who has a name straight out of the Book of Mormon, so let’s call him “Nephi”) called me today. He seemed nice enough on the phone (and had a cute accent), and wanted to know if I could go out Thursday. Since I have physical therapy after work on Thursday, I told him I had other plans and that wouldn’t work. He suggested Friday instead which I said would be fine, and asked for my address so he could pick me up. This should be interesting—even people who have lived in Salt Lake City for years have had trouble finding my street.

Anyway, he didn’t bother asking me what I wanted to do, or tell me what he was planning, so I am slightly concerned. Oh well, if it sucks, I can just double over in pain and tell him that I need to go home and take a tramadol. If it’s Temple Square or anything else to do with the LDS church, I’m going to have to pop a pill or two before the date just to get through it.