"Can I Be On Your Blog?"

In every woman's life, there is a moment where you think: would a guy ask me out if he saw me in zero make-up, sweatpants, and hair in a yogi-styled bun on the top of my head?


Well today I am proud to report to you that indeed, a man can and even does do such a thing.


The setting: Politics & Prose, a quaint bookstore located in NW DC, outfitted with a cozy cafe in its downstairs area. Recommended for a laid-back Sunday-date.


The players: My friend Eve from out of town and myself, chitchatting and catching up on life, love, metaphysics. It is important at this point in the story to remind you that I had literally rolled out of the couch and put on the cleanest thing off the bedroom floor. 


After an hour of discussion, Eve and I got up to leave. While she was using the bathroom, a kind, bearded fellow approaches me. 


-Hi- he said, a little breathy. 
-Um, hi. 
-So, I couldn't help but overhearing, that, well, you really like dating. You and your friend are really cool. (Still breathy.)
(At this point, you could cut the awkward tension with a whisk.)
-Well, I actually enjoy dispensing dating and restaurant advice through the lens of my own comedic experiences.
-Oh.
(A few seconds go by.)
-Well, can I be on your blog? 
-What? You mean follow it? Sure.
-No, well, I mean could we go on a date and then you blog about it?
(??????? goes my mind. I was caught between surprise that I was being asked out in a traditional way/respect that he approached me/flattery that I was being asked out in gray sweatpants/then uber-weirdness about someone wanting to be blogged about.)
-Well, I replied hastily, I'm actually seeing someone right now. (Boys and girls, this is the best line to bestow when rejecting a human being. It doesn't matter whether it's true. It doesn't matter whether it's false. It is a line of beauty.)
-Oh...that's too bad, he said. 


(At this moment, Eve emerges from the bathroom.)


Turning slightly, he looks at her.


-So what about your friend?