That's the Way It Oughta Be

This is the door to an apartment building by my house. So, you can probably tell that I still haven't taken any new photos. In my defense, I was really, really busy this weekend. I promise, I will get around to taking non-snowy pictures as soon as I can.

Ever since I announced to that one person in my office last week that I was going on a date, and then she, in turn, announced it to everyone else, my co-workers have been trying to "help" me by dispensing all kinds of unsolicited advice. Certain people in my office think there are rules that should be observed when dating, and they want to make sure that I'm following them. Silly people.

Apparently, there are a specific number of days one must wait until they call the other person after a date. There are also particular behaviors that should be followed on date one and then date two and three and so on. As many times as I remind these co-workers that I'm not a structure girl, they just ignore me and explain another thing they think I should be doing or not doing in regards to dating. Yeah, well...I've already diagnosed myself with oppositional defiance disorder, so all their talking, talking, talking just makes me want to do exactly the opposite of what they tell me. If only I had listened better, I could have gone down their lists, and broken every single, last one of their stinkin' rules.

Here is my list of things that happened on my second date. I'm pretty sure that absolutely none of these things were on my co-worker's lists:

1. The second date must be the one where you watch the brilliance that (ahem) spews forth from Jackass II.

2. On your second date, you also get to see pictures of Mr. Dateman's Bon Jovi hair in high school. Which is why the second date is your very favorite date so far.

3. You get to meet Mr. Dateman's roommate and her boyfriend on this date as well. They are one of those couples who are kick-ass and hilarious and sickeningly perfect for each other. Even though they gave you the okay to write about them on your blog, they may have had a beer or two before they consented, and so you opt to write sparingly about them. There has been a time or 5,263 in your own life when you thought something sounded like a great idea when you were a little inebriated, and then sobered up and changed your mind.

4. On your second date, you have even more fun with Mr. Dateman than you did on the first one. You think that there was some rule against that, and are really happy that you are stubborn and shun structure in general.