I totally had a not-date with Mark Cohen today.
I was up at 5:30 am this morning to go into Best Buy's Elkridge delivery warehouse, where my mother works for one of the transportation companies, another branch of the company for which I used to work. I deliberately dressed down, covered-up, as anyone who's ever worked in a warehouse should know that anything remotely attractive becomes the center of unwanted attention very quickly. Also, being as I woke up at 5:30, I looked kinda rough. Bare stitches of makeup, puffy eyes-- a sad, coffee deprived version of the usual me.
At around noon, one of my mother's old co-workers stopped in. He's now the assistant manager for another branch-- Ethan Allen. Anyway, he was young at 26, cute, and ohmygod, he looked just like Anthony Rapp. Through a strange turn of events, we ended up doing lunch together-- my mom wanted lunch, but couldn't leave her desk, I was starving, and he had to eat, as he was about to embark on a trip up to New Jersey to visit family.
It was pretty much a date without the date. You know what I mean? The whole 'we're totally just platonic, but totally sizing each other up for potential dateability' situation. I mean, do you know how rare cute, articulate men are in Maryland? They're practically extinct.
At any rate, he's going to be leaving the company soon to become a teacher, he coaches several girls' soccer teams ("my girls always say I look like that guy Mark from Rent. I just don't see it."), he has Heather's taste in music, he likes to ballroom dance, he's a non-practicing Jew, and he's completely colorblind. (I almost asked if he liked the Counting Crows song, but then, uh... didn't.) And he's diabetic. And apparently unable to create antibodies for most forms of strep. It's quirky, in a way. Had I not been attached, I might have suggested we go out for drinks, but instead, I just suggested that we do friendly lunch again the next time I'm in the office. I heard through the grapevine that he thought that I was really funny, and that somebody should give him a call if I find myself suddenly single. Which is cute in its own way.
But tonight, as I was lying on my parents' couch, thinking of all the not-so-interesting things to blog about, and I had an epiphany. A cute Jewish boy. With good taste in music. Who has family near Cherry Hill, New Jersey. And he likes funny girls.
RACHEAL. I HAVE MET YOUR SOULMATE. HIS NAME IS JARED HYMAN.
At around noon, one of my mother's old co-workers stopped in. He's now the assistant manager for another branch-- Ethan Allen. Anyway, he was young at 26, cute, and ohmygod, he looked just like Anthony Rapp. Through a strange turn of events, we ended up doing lunch together-- my mom wanted lunch, but couldn't leave her desk, I was starving, and he had to eat, as he was about to embark on a trip up to New Jersey to visit family.
It was pretty much a date without the date. You know what I mean? The whole 'we're totally just platonic, but totally sizing each other up for potential dateability' situation. I mean, do you know how rare cute, articulate men are in Maryland? They're practically extinct.
At any rate, he's going to be leaving the company soon to become a teacher, he coaches several girls' soccer teams ("my girls always say I look like that guy Mark from Rent. I just don't see it."), he has Heather's taste in music, he likes to ballroom dance, he's a non-practicing Jew, and he's completely colorblind. (I almost asked if he liked the Counting Crows song, but then, uh... didn't.) And he's diabetic. And apparently unable to create antibodies for most forms of strep. It's quirky, in a way. Had I not been attached, I might have suggested we go out for drinks, but instead, I just suggested that we do friendly lunch again the next time I'm in the office. I heard through the grapevine that he thought that I was really funny, and that somebody should give him a call if I find myself suddenly single. Which is cute in its own way.
But tonight, as I was lying on my parents' couch, thinking of all the not-so-interesting things to blog about, and I had an epiphany. A cute Jewish boy. With good taste in music. Who has family near Cherry Hill, New Jersey. And he likes funny girls.
RACHEAL. I HAVE MET YOUR SOULMATE. HIS NAME IS JARED HYMAN.