Earlier tonight I met a girl and we fiddled with each other in the park. No, that is not sexual innuendo of any kind, but it does remind me of an old Chinese proverb:
Good to meet girl in park.
Better to park meat in girl.
But she was indeed a fellow fiddler, so I suggested bringing our instruments and having a jam session. (How’s that for a unique first date idea?) We set up shop on the bleachers near the baseball diamond, but we still managed to attract some listeners despite the fact that we purposely chose a spot away from everyone else. The black guys from the basketball court came by after they heard the sounds of jigs and reels drifting over. They took seats around us and one of them even closed his eyes and bobbed his head along to the music. After ten or fifteen minutes, one of them requested that we bust a move.
“Hey, can either one of you do that Riverdance shit?”
That was my cue. I signaled to Fiddle Girl to start a new tune, and I displayed my new hornpipe step for the crowd. They went wild. “Look at this nigga dance, yo!” Dollar bills rained down into my violin case. Wow. This is the first date I’ve been on where I actually made money as opposed to spending it. Works for me!
Eventually they went back to their game and we continued our session, interspersed with bits of conversation. Among the more interesting tidbits of information I learned was that she belongs to a local traditional music organization, so I’m definitely going to check that out. That’s right up my alley. But as far as Fiddle Girl is concerned… sorry, I just didn’t find her attractive. Was not like her pictures at all.
JBlondie, one of my blog followers, suggested placing bets on how high the date counter will climb before I finally swipe my V-card. So leave your best guesses in the comments below! Whoever is the closest will win a special prize when the time comes. Aaaand…. go!
First dates: 14
Second dates: 1
Third dates: 1
Stood up: 2
Sexual experiences: 0.5