Dating

There is one other single job coach at work. I'm pretty sure he's 32, but he says his age is a secret so he won't tell me. If anybody should keep their age a secret, it's me. I mean, nobody takes 22 year old managers seriously. Until you threaten to fire them, that is. Not that I would know.

Anyway, he asked me what I did last night and what I was doing tonight. I told him. Asked him what he was doing tonight, he told me. The Jazz game. Ah, yes. And he's going with an uncle. He doesn't take dates to sports games, because he wants to have fun.

You know what, the other staff give him a hard time about that. But it's true. There are some dates that you are excited for all week and you spend an hour getting ready.

And then there are some where you make it a goal to at least shower beforehand, but when it actually comes time, you find yourself still sitting on the couch twenty minutes before they're supposed to pick you up, still in your work clothes and wondering if you have time to take a nap before they come over. Not that I would know.

C'est la vie.