Story Time

I don’t think I’ve told y’all about my date from Indianapolis that time...it’s a funny story, truly it is. I’ll tell you all the details some day. I call him Notre Dame, unless I’m actually talking to him, and then I call him by name. He doesn’t know I named my dates, when I dated, but I did. Anyway, here’s how Notre Dame arrived in College Station...

We met on a forsaken dating site, began conversing, and being the attorney type, he asked if I would be interested in getting to know one another (kind of like discovery) via some twenty questions he pulled from a New York Times article. Sure. We exchange questions a few times, over a day or two, and I’m thinking dang this is boring. The last question he emailed, prior to me cutting loose with my own story, was something like what’s your idea of a perfect day. As you can probably imagine, lots of golf was involved, dinner, drinks. Enough. It’s time for an embellished story. I unloaded, both barrels, with my ideal day. Never mind that it was made up, it was MY perfect day, in MY head. Even the temperature was perfect. Let’s just see what he’s made of.

He handled it well, a man with a sense humor. He liked my story. He thought perhaps I should write, along the lines of Under the Tuscan Sun. (I’ve still not read UTTS. Must read.)

A week or two later, he asked what I would think if he flew to CSTAT, his own accommodations. I’m thinking it’s his money, his accommodations, sure, why not? I notify law enforcement type friends, let them know arrival, and should I go missing, this is his name.

So that’s how we met. Each night before I dropped him off at his hotel, he gave me a signed copy of a book, his book. I just love this, the books.

Squirrel.

Anyway, the reason I’m telling you this is his connections with ND. I thought of him when ACB was confirmed. We’ve not emailed in a week or two. He gives my Texas Aggies their due, academically and athletically, I do the same with him and Notre Dame. We’re civilized that way. I received an email tonight. Replying, I tell him how proud ND must be, and all of America, of ACB.

Ours is a fun story. Simple really. He’s a lovely gentleman, teaches me to this day, enriches my life.

If I were to die today, heaven forbid, y’all just tell everyone I lived a lifetime during the last eight years. It’s been good, really good.