Major fail.

So it wasn't the worst date ever but it ever so certainly solidified any stereotype I've ever held about accounting and those that select it for a profession. Boring. And then he told me a story about dogs humping him. At least that was somewhat funny. Why I agonized over what to wear, I'm not sure because I don't honestly think it would have mattered. For more than half of lunch I felt as if I were interviewing him for a job and you know how most people when asked a question about themselves, then ask you that same question. Well no. It went more like "so, accountant, how many siblings do you have?" Accountant then says, "two". Long pause. Longer pause and then I surrender an answer for fear of any more silence. It even makes me miss the ex-convict. Maybe even the billionaire. Maybe.

Well at least it's a lovely day and we spent it outside by the river. Now I'm having a beer on my porch and listening to little kids riding their bikes around the neighborhood fighting about who gets to be Barack Obama today. At least they learned something in school.