The Unisex Hottie

Dear Everyone,

I just want you all to know that, while I have no exciting pictures or funny anecdotes to report, I had a wonderful weekend. Right now, I REALLY love my life.

Oh... wait wait wait! Yes, I do have a story! (cue delighted cheers from the crowd)

Saturday night, after a BYU game that I've sworn never to speak of again, I had the pleasure of being taken to dinner by a rather handsome man (this is for my roommate... we'll refer to him as "the one who doesn't know he's hot"). We went to Outback, waited for 45 minutes before we were seated (which actually wasn't a big deal except for the fact that I had some seriously low blood sugar, PLUS wasn't taking a certain basketball loss very well AND had been shopping for 4 hours straight previous to that game and it wasn't even shopping for myself), and then when our waiter (please note the MASCULINE form of that word) finally showed up, it was apparent that he was a little too excited about waiting on our table.

After taking our drink order, our waiter (who I almost couldn't understand because of his thick, southern accent) turned to "the one who doesn't know he's hot" and asked, "Sooo, are you a snowboarder?" Almost immediately my ears perked up. What an odd question, I thought to myself. Maybe he's asking that because of the brands on his hat and hoodie... My date answered with a "Well, I like to snowboard, but I wouldn't call myself a boarder..." To which the waiter responded, "Oh, but have you been a lot recently?" My date, becoming uncomfortable, said, "No.."

Now here's where things turned really strange. Then the waiter says, "Oh I was just asking because you look so tan..." And I swear I saw him suppress a wink. So of course, the next time the waiter comes back to our table he squats down, turns to my date, and says, "So if you don't mind me asking, how'd you get so tan?" I almost choked on my drink trying to keep in my laughter. My date's face was priceless as he replied, "Um, I do electrical work outside all day." Apparently the waiter found that really intriguing and the rest of the meal kept coming by and asking my date if he'd like a refill on his drink... never once asking me or even speaking more than two words to me.

The best was when he brought us the check and asked, "So what brings ya'll out here tonight? Any special occasion?" To which I dearly wanted to reply, "Um... yo, I'm not his sister. We're trying to be on a date here! THAT'S the occasion!" Don't worry, I didn't say that. I think we answered with an "um... food..." haha.

Let's just say that now I lovingly refer to "the one who doesn't know he's hot (to both girls AND guys apparently)" as "Buttercup".  And I feel very privileged to have been taken out by a unisex hottie.