I was on this date with this incredible man, Connor. Not only was he charming and personable, he is also a doctor and volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. He even has two rescues of his own. It’s crazy to me that he is still single.
However, my suspicions were finally answered at dinner that night. We were discussing music tastes and he replied “Oh yeah, I’m really into Owl City!” It was a bit of a shock to me but I went with it. We all liked Fireflies when we were freshmen in high school.
He goes on to say, “Fireflies, I remember that song too! I’m just not really into it. I think everything off of his “All Things Bright and Beautiful” tops that song. Just much more lyrically superior” That’s exactly what he said—”much more lyrically superior.” This is when I realized in horror that not only does Owl City have more music, but Connor knows the entire discography by heart and articulates his love for it poorly.
I don’t know how this happened. Maybe I was the fool and should have seen the signs. Like we went bowling, and I don’t even like bowling and I told Connor that I’ll still go and try and have fun, and he replies “You don’t even have to try, it’s always a good time!” Like what?
How can I take him home to my parents? I was raised on Bob Dylan, Prince, The Replacements. And now I have to explain to my dad that the guy I’m seeing thinks Adam Young is the best musician to ever come out of Minnesota. I want to go to the beach on vacation. Connor wants to go to South Dakota to take a pilgrimage to fucking Dinosaur Hill. Am I crazy?!
But…he’s just so sweet and great otherwise. We went on a walk and the spaces between his fingers were right where mine fit perfectly. Talk about true love.
Ugh this is hard. At least the James Blunt fan I dated was also a Packers fan so he was easier to dump.
Please help! The last thing Connor said to me was “When can I see you again?” and I haven’t given him a definite answer.