First dates are awkward. There’s something about being together for a while. That comfortable familiarity. First dates, on the other hand, are a leap into the unknown. But you have to start somewhere. Which was here.
We went to the gym in the early afternoon. I didn’t want to make it a big-deal production. Just a casual 6 miles (12:53) on the treadmill to see how we got along. And I think we got along swimmingly, although the gym doesn’t actually have a pool. We seem to like the same things — running (duh), how i met your mother, the early music of Drooling Jenny (before they added that weird goth accordion guy), setting claymation figures on fire and then filming them in slow motion as they melt — but then, who doesn’t? It felt good, comfortable in that we’ve been friends forever in an alternative universe sort of way. We hit it off right away, enjoying each other’s company as the miles went by. I’m not sure how much you really know after a first date, but this was a good one. Things felt right. We made plans to see each other again tomorrow, and then I had to go to work. We said a reluctant goodbye.
And kids, that’s how I met your shoes.