A penny for your...date?

NOTE: I've moved my blog to a new home: Blogger.com. I have not carried over any past entries as I've decided to begin fresh. It was in no way based on the fact that I've been given perks based on my last blog's success. In no way shape or form have I decided to write for the preeminent name in internet blogging because of their excellent format, html workability, and the fact that they sprinkle every blog with just a pinch of baby dreams..it was purely coincidental


I went on a date last night. I dickered with the idea of dragging that sentence out longer but figured, in my journalistic prowess, keeping it short and to the point was the only viable option if I wanted to maintain my "creative edge". You see, as a writer, we're all striving to harness that "creative edge" that will ultimately lead to some hounds-tooth adorned dean of some eerily quaint, most likely heavily wooded, liberal arts college (Sarah Lawrence I'm gazing lovingly in your direction) knocking on my door and offering me a job. I would teach the hopelessly unimagined wealthy elite how to write, and more importantly, how to make it mean something. This however has nothing to do with my date nor the story


I went on a date last night. There it is again..doesn't it sound so powerful? It was actually a successful date in my opinion on account of three major factors;

1) We went to a movie (it's near impossible to mess up a movie date)

2) Awkward silences were limited to a single digit number

3) I'm fairly certain she now knows I'm awesome (I've at least planted the seed)


Many women wouldn't be appreciative of me exposing them on a date so the other party will remain anonymous, except for the fact that she's blonde..and not a communist, but once again that's not the point of the story. After the movie we went to the beach and did one of those obligatory "walks". You know, the ones where it's clear that neither side is at all interested in walking, or the beach for that matter, yet you do it anyway because it's so much easier than suggesting you'd like to sit on a bench, eat ring pops and make fun of the homeless? That kind of walk. After the stroll, as we were on the way to the car, I looked down at the sidewalk and saw possibly the greatest thing-a shiny penny.
Now I know a lot of you may be saying; "Matt, you're on a date with a great girl..why are you fixated on a penny?", and to that I retort; "Well, you're talking to a blog so why don't you just be quiet and let me finish the tale...k?" The reason why this penny was so important was simply because it was unnecessary. I was having a really great time, and yet the powers at be decided it would be nice to drop a shiny penny right in front of me! Who doesn't enjoy a shiny penny?! If I had to guess, I bet only Cobra Commander would be unimpressed with a shiny penny!

The point of this story is that we're all looking for our penny, a representation that sometimes the stars just seem to align for you. Pennies can come in the form of luck, good news, a negative STD test..or in my case..a date. Now that it's over I can be honest; I wasn't really looking forward to a date. I've been mixing with women lately like Grandmas and wet sex. However, after the 2 hour movie (in which I don't think I actually said a word to her), the walk..and finally the penny..I realized that there, on that sidewalk near the beach was exactly where I was supposed to be. After that we ate mozzarella sticks, and I'm fairly certain, threatened an old waitress with violence. Oh and I left the penny on the sidewalk....leave it for the next clueless guy.



P.S. "Zack & Miri make a porno" was fun..albeit a little romantically forced.