Looking back. 

Yes, my last blog post was about moving forward.  Yes, this one is about looking back. Yes, I realize those are two opposite things. Just stick with me, okay?

We’re going to look back. Two years specifically. January 20, 2014. 

It was a Monday night and I had a date. (Monday night might seem weird for a date but I was leaving for Montana that coming Wednesday and we wanted to squeeze it in.) If I’m honest, it was my third first date in two weeks. (Thanks, online dating.) If I’m completely honest, it was my third first date in two weeks in which the gentleman suggested dinner and bowling. I bowled more in those two weeks than I had in the previous two years!

So I arrive at the bowling alley to meet a gentleman whose name I think is Brennan. We shake hands.  ‘Lindsay?’ he asks. ‘Yup.  Brennan?’ I asked. ‘No. It’s Dave.’ Wait.  What?  (To be fair, his last name is what I thought his first name was so … honest mistake?)

We bowl. We drink a beer. We talk. We finish up our game. I return my shoes and he carries his out the door with him. (He brought his own bowling shoes!  Dork alert!). We decide to meet at a local pizza place (where I was the week prior for date one of three), and then, after pizza, we decide to see each other again. 

Two years later, we keep deciding to see each other again. Even though he is a dork who brings his own bowling shoes.  (I’m a dork too. I brought a board game to our second date).  We won’t be able to recreate the date tonight, like we did last year; alas, I have confirmation class. We will go out for pizza tomorrow night and, if anything like last year, Dave will request we sit at the same table.  

Last May on a bike ride in Decorah.