It was a Friday night in October, some pictures popped up, and we both thought: ‘cute.’  We lived 5 minutes away from each other, though didn’t know it at the time.

Following brief online banter, Daniel asked Patty ‘Would it be too forward if I invited you to a play tomorrow?’ Patty canceled inferior plans and said ‘yes’.  

Daniel’s car fell ill just before the date and Patty discovered on the way that she had virtually no gas. But determined to meet, they brought themselves to the Open Fist Theater at exactly 8pm to see “Blood On The Root”.  A romantic play it was not, but afterwards Patty and Daniel walked to the car and Patty offered to extend the date to a local diner, however all they could find was a cafe. 

Only what Maps said was a cafe, was actually a country western bar that did not even serve coffee. But we found tucked away seating in the back and that our views about the world were very similar.

By hour 4 of our date, we both required food so we ended up at the nearest diner, our now beloved, Swingers. We sat across from each other, talking until 2am, and finally had to acknowledge that even the best dates must end.