Summer's Shenanigans

Today I went on a date with Stefan, whom I met on Yahoo Personals. That's right we met on the internet...Weird huh? I know, but it gets weirder. 1st off, I normally don't approach guys, but for some reason I was compelled to send him an email. We ended up sending a couple of emails back and forth and after reading each one I was like, "Damn, we have so much in common, this is insane!". Right off the bat, we both: love surfing and traveling, own businesses, live alone, have a dog, not religious and we share a lot of the same views. Still I was kind of nervous about meeting Stefan. We met on the INTERNET for fuck sake. I drove down to his house in La Jolla and the only thing I can say is that he looks twice as good in person. Seriously, I could not have been happier. So off we go to the Buick Open and we had such a good time! As soon as we get there we both get a hankering for a Bloody Mary (turns out we were craving $12 Bloody Mary's, but okay). We suck those down and decide to get a beer for the road. So, these two ladies (about our age) gave us our beers and as I was reaching for mine, I noticed this strangely sappy look on their faces. All the sudden it happened... "You guys are *the* cutest couple!". I'm dead serious. I think time froze for a second as both of our mouths dropped. I felt my eyes get really wide as I said, "Um, thanks? We just met today". Any how, moving on. Earlier I had told Stefan about an attempted trip to the Bahamas with my good, good friend Summer Mary Mitchell. I havn't talked to Summer in at least a year and I havn't seen in Summer in probably 3 - 4 years. Nonetheless, I still consider her a very good friend of mine and sometimes it feels like we have this weird psychic thing going on (we have the exact same birthday, by the way). Well, as I'm walking out of the Buick Open, who do I run into? Summer Mary Fucking Mitchell. This is the last place I would of figured I would of seen Summer. Weird weird weird. So, Stefan and I grab some sandwiches, some Sierra Nevada's and head off to his house. We walk Monkey (who is the cutest dog in the world, with the exception of Kuta), have some sandwiches, a couple of beers and proceed to make out like teenagers. It was oddly incredibly comfortable. Stefan is making me dinner on Tuesday. I can't wait...