Hometown date

What’s in a Name broke the asking me out for Sunday lunch date tradition. Instead, he asked if I would meet him in NORTH CAROLINA for the day. (That’s where he’ll be this weekend.)

And in case you don’t know, I live in Maryland.

Yeah, he’s willing to buy me a plane ticket to spend the day with him. What is this? I’m I secretly on the Bachelorette? Who offers up a hometown date this soon?

If I were a daring person I probably would’ve taken him up on the offer. Unfortunately for him, I am not. I’m the no-need-to-pick-me-up-I’ll-meet-you-there-because-I-met-you-on-the-internet-and-you-might-kill-me kinda girl.

Now, if he were offering up Jamaica, I may have jetted off.

Of course, BFF was urging me to go just for story’s sake. I’m happy enough using the offer as my “story.”


—TOL