Mort. R. Board
Sorry sorry sorry for the tardy update – late night last night and then work and crap this morning. But chickadees, my time apart from you was educational.
Things I learned!
1) When I don’t post promptly, you guys think I’m whore-y and assume that I’ve spent the night accepting propositions and prepositions (under, on top of, in, out, etc.). Many thanks for the vote of confidence.
2) Lily Coogan’s apparently has free hot dogs. And free butter-lovers popcorn. Can anyone confirm this?
3) Fantasy baseball teams are a beautiful thing. I’m not being facetious – after talking to Mort R. Board, they actually seem cool. I wish there were fantasy 19th century German dramatist teams.
4) Mort and I are kryptonite to Indian waiters.
Mort is dreamy – smart, cute, clever, funny. But the thing that I liked most about him was probably what threw me off at first: he’s very honest and very direct. I was raised in the south, where conversations go a little like this:
Text: “Gosh, Lola-Belle*, you must give me your pecan pie recipe.”
Subtext: You are fat.
Text: “Gosh, Lola-Belle, you look different. But good different!”
Subtext: You are fat.
Text: “Gosh, Lola-Belle, what do you think about the reintegration of war criminals into Rwandan society?”
Subtext: You are fat.
So I was raised to sugarcoat and come at things sideways, and for this as well as for other reasons (Traditional gender roles in self expression, perhaps? A desire to please people? Shyness? ) I feel like I tend to play it indirect and not too personal, especially during first date chat. But because Mort is so straightforward, I think that I became more frank in response. In addition to joking around and trading small talk and boozing it up and trading pop culture references, I think we did have an honest conversation, and one where I shared more than I would have otherwise. And I liked that a lot.
*My great-aunt is actually named Lola-Belle. Don’t make fun.
