When the movers (guys I paid) were at my house, my neighbor came over and asked them which one was my brother. She thought I said my brother was coming but he actually was going to my new house. She then asked the movers if they wanted a Hot Pocket and they said “Sure!” which made me smile.
One night in my new town, I went out to a local brewery and a 70+ year old man by the name of Bud bought me my first beer. =) He left and then a guy closer to my age sat down and we started talking. He likes the outdoors, baseball, and beer. It was easy conversation. He asked for my phone number and texted me later that night so I made my first friend in my new town.
A few nights later, I went out to check out another brewery (got to get to know my town, right?!?) and I noticed a cute guy across the bar. I decided to start up a conversation with him and found out he was WAAAY younger that I thought…A few minutes later I thought he said he had a wife.
Me: “Well, I should get going.”
Me: “Cause I thought you just said you had a wife.”
Him: “Heck no, I don’t have wife…How old do you think I am?”
Me (checking out his handsome beard): “32???”
Me: “Oh man, that’s why I should go then, you are way younger than I thought!”
Him: “I’ve been through alot…had a hard life since 12 years old.”
Me: “Soooo that’s what I saw, your old soul….”
We talked some more and he made me laugh several times, he asked me many questions, and I REALLY wanted to get his phone number, but I just couldn’t…cause he’s 26…