Lana described him, “You know, Trevor from volleyball,
kinda quiet, Asian guy.”
“Right, Trevor!” I brought him to mind. Around my age,
nice guy, but I thought he was married or something. I had his number in my
phone, but I hadn’t bothered to text him because I had mentally placed him in
the Not Single category. I mentioned this. Lana laughed at me.
“No. You should date him!”
“Ok,” She texted him that I was looking for help with my
40 dates project. He replied that he was single and he’d be happy to help.
I texted him almost immediately after, and got no reply.
I didn’t really dwell on it, because there was lacrosse
to cheer for and boys to text. I didn’t start to think about it at all until Monday.
I hadn’t heard back from Trevor. That seemed odd.
Luckily, I am borderline paranoid and started to wonder
if maybe we had been talking about two different Asian Trevors. To confirm my
suspicion, I asked Lana for the phone number of her Trevor. It was a different
number from the one that I had texted. Oh buggar.
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| Your Honour, this is clearly a case of mistaken identity |
I sent an apology message to my Trevor. He graciously
laughed at me.
Undaunted, I immediately texted Lana’s Trevor (who is now
in my phone contacts as Lana’s Trevor). It turned out that I knew him too. We
had played volleyball against each other a number of times, and had been on a house
boating trip last summer. We set up a dinner date that was morphed into a late
dinner, and then a pub trivia night. As these things do.
I arrived at the pub a bit early for our date, so I
snagged a great table, and ordered a drink. Gin and tonic.
I can’t quite explain what happened, I reached for my
drink to remove the lime from the rim and somehow upended it all over the
table, and myself. I was using my arm to prevent a tide of gin and tonic (How
can there possibly be that much liquid in one of those tiny bar tumblers?! When
you drink it, there’s hardly two sips!), and surreptitiously unwrapping a
napkin from around some cutlery with the other hand. A helpful barfly pointed
out my mishap to the server.
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| The great G&T flood of '17 |
“You might want to help the idiot over there.”
As he said this, Trevor walked in. Amazing sense of
timing.
The server brought a wet rag and gave the table an
insufficient sweep. She asked if I wanted to order another drink. Absolutely.
Trevor ordered a beer while laughing at me.
We slid away from the now-sticky remains of my earlier
drink and began to chat. We talked about food and hockey and unnecessarily
complicating things (like making 20 mini cheesecakes instead of one big one).
We hadn’t gotten around to ordering food yet when Lana arrived for Trivia. She
asked why we were there so early, and then felt bad for interrupting our date.
Many laughs and puns followed as the rest of the Trivia crew arrived.
Our food came, and we ate while everyone around us
talked. It was a lovely, boisterous crew and I was concerned that Trevor might
find it a bit daunting. To his credit, he just laughed and rolled with it. Trivia
began shortly thereafter. Our team name was discomfiting: Uncles with Benefits.
We were abysmal. There was a lot of knowledge assembled around our table, but
we couldn’t seem to get any of the betting questions right. Still, we came up
with some hilarious answers, fantastic puns and stellar one-liners.
One unfortunate theme that kept arising was how young
Trevor is. He is young. Most of the pop culture questions referred to things
that had happened, movies that had been released, and music that had stopped
being popular before he was born. I felt ancient.
Some of my friends stuck around for a while after Trivia
ended. Trevor did too, but that may have been because he was on the inside of
the booth, or maybe he was waiting for a chance to spend some time with just
me. Not sure. He never got his chance. We said good night, and a well-meaning
friend drove me home.
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| You go on a date with me, but get the whole circus instead. Who doesn't love a circus? |
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