You will have to forgive me for not having too much to say this Sunday. I am a-quiver with excitement Because today I am flying to Texas to spend most of the week with Becca and her hypothetical family. But it has been a week of meetings for me, as you know if you read last week’s Gentleman or Not post, “Bro Date.”
The “Bro Date” really did go down! I drove hours upon hours– okay, half of one– to downtown Denver to the Greyhound Bus Station. Rod had to foresight to schedule his stop on Sunday, when parking meters downtown are free. I know he did that all for me, bless his heart. I don’t mean “bless his heart” as in he’s not bright, because Rod may actually be as smart as me. (Only Becca is allowed to be smarter than me… of course…) I mean, he’s just one really nice guy to arrange his whole trip for the sake of meeting yours truly. I’m sure once he actually did meet me he realized the privilege was all his, but that is another matter.
The Greyhound station in downtown Denver is both a haven for urban camping and curiously situated across the street from the Ritz Carlton. Maybe the urban campers are those who couldn’t pay their bill at the Ritz? They were helpfully directing me to go in the back door of the station while trying to alleviate the burden of too much change in my pocket or requesting I produce a hypothetical lighter.
The evil bus driver seemed to be conspiring to keep Rod and I from our date as he kept delaying the bus and what was supposed to be a 90-minute layover in Denver turned into less than 30. But no human force could deny the cosmic destiny of this rendezvous. I was on the phone with him as I walked in (electing in the end to take the front door). He spotted me. I spotted him. We both knew that we had to kiss… the air and blow it to Becca.
Later I heard that Rod thought I was really nervous. I was actually pleased to hear this because it shows that among my many other talents, I am also a great actor. I made sure to appear really nervous so that he would feel more at ease. As I understood it, this was his first time meeting someone from Internetland, whereas I’ve been to this rodeo so many times they named a steer after me. So, as on any date, I put his needs first, because I’m an awesome guy like that. Now wonder I’ve been so successful at relat……. uh, nevermind.
Sadly, it was all over so quickly. I didn’t even have time to take him to Taco Bell, and here I was all ready to spring for the extra cheese. I hear a rumor that once Rod got to Missouri he was going to have a date with a woman. It’s probably a good thing that our bromance didn’t have a chance to blossom any further than it did, then. I couldn’t live with myself if I ruined him for all women.