Kittens & Scotch

Well, I got my first response to the resume posted below. I have a date on Thursday. This is the first date since becoming single in September. Okay, and not actually in response to the resume but due to my giving out my business card to a red-headed Christian Lander look alike on Friday night. His stylish glasses, tastefully scruffy hair and beard were what caught my friend’s eye. When I returned from writing an excerpt of my new fave quote (“kittens & scotch!) on the bathroom chalkboard, I was turned away from my cozy booth, and herded over to the bar to order a beer I really didn’t need. Given the huge expanse of open bar with plenty of room to order where would I end up? Why yes, in between a couple groups of people at the end, next to a nice looking man. How convenient! All carefully orchestrated by my lady friends, unsubtle but effective. Monday morning finds me tentatively opening my e-mail, feeling a bit embarrassed about having flung a business card at a relative stranger. I’m relieved there is nothing. At 9am or so and there comes my digital date request which I hem and haw and e-mail my friends about before accepting. Strangely I forgot to e-stalk him on facebook first. I do this afterwards and what does his page reveal but his age…23. 23! I don’t allow myself to read any more since what will we talk about if I know everything already? I’ve got my first question ready. “You’re how old?” “Oh, hmm. Do you think you’d be willing to age a few years really fast? That would be great. Thanks.”  Oh, and his e-mail mentioned he couldn’t get together on Wednesday because of “band practice.” Musician. Double-strike. I suppose there are a few mature 23-year-old musicians out there but I fear they may be more of an exception than a rule. So mainly I’d like to strike a friend vibe. And amend the resume below to include a desired age-range.