Best Date, To Date.

About a week ago, I had three dates.

Let me clarify: I had three dates one night and four the next.

They were a repeat, all of them. Would totally enjoy them again.

Cooked to perfection, accompanied by a gorgonzola fondue and neatly wrapped in bacon, I was, as expected, made fun of by my family, whom I was dining with.

“She’ll take the dates! She hasn’t had one in awhile.”

(you thought I actually went on dates, didn’t you!)

Har. Har. Har.

What they didn’t expect though, was that during this particular meal, I was to meet someone.

There we were, sitting in Jack Sprats after a delightful day outdoors, and I happened to meet a boy.

He was also dining with his family, sitting in the booth just next to mine, and after making eye contact, we started to talk.

He was occupied with something that intrigued me, so conversation ensued around this particular object and we wound up chatting during the entirety of our meals.

His family didn’t seem to mind, my family didn’t seem to mind, and honestly, the conversation I thoroughly enjoyed. As the night wore on and darkness settled in, he started to ask more personal questions.

Where I live, where he lives, pets, and then, out of the blue, “Do you want to come over to my house?”

Quite brazen for a first encounter, and both of us in close proximity to our families!

Politely turning him down ( flattered, but I did just meet you), I told him I had to get home to my cat (which I did).

He was disappointed, visibly bummed, trying every trick in the book, my favorite being: “You can’t drive home in the dark! It’s dangerous.”

It was just about this time that his family was leaving, and after throwing a very obstreperous fit, he waved goodbye and I was left sitting there with a smile on my face.

A boy, I met a boy that liked me!

I have to say, it was the age difference that held me back.

Alas, he was six.

Yes, that’s right, my boy was six years old.

Gotta love the humor the universe throws at me when it comes to boys.

To be honest though, I wasn’t mad about it.

There were plenty of boys in the restaurant I did find attractive (and were in an appropriate age bracket), but I had more fun talking to this six year old about his Lego police boat than I likely would to some schmoozy guy my age.

So what was it about my six year old date (his name was Calvin-only the sweetest name ever) that I enjoyed so much over a guy more eligible to date me?

Well, our date was easy.

Spending time with someone so full of innocence and intrigue, where there were no expectations and no ulterior motives (though he did want me to go home with him, to show me his semi truck), made me miss this age of innocence. Both of us were ourselves, and instead of worrying about first impressions and making myself attractive enough for a second date, I could just be me.

So thank you, Calvin, for being my youngest, most innocent, and most engaging date, to date. I hope you stay true to who you are, as that is the most attractive quality..