A few weeks ago I wrote about how a tree service had to come out to my family’s home after a giant tree fell through the roof. I even wrote about how they guys that came were very helpful and had a great attitude, which in turn calmed my parents down again.
Hey, I thought it was pretty cool. You haven’t had to deal with how annoying my parents can be.
Anyways, it turns out that one of the guys that visited that day had hit on me, and of course I never said anything. I mean, I look like I’m 14 for God’s sake! So yeah, he didn’t get touchy feely or anything, but to be honest it was more cute and flirty instead. And of course he wasn’t going to ask me on a date with my parents lurking around so closely.
Turns out, he was so fond of me that he went on Facebook to find my contact information, which seems weird but to be fair, he didn’t get much of an opportunity while at the house. Which brings me to the most confusing part of all, which eventually telling my parents who I am dating. But who cares, right!? I may still live with them but I am not under 18, so they technically can’t tell me what to do. I’m planning on moving out really soon anyways. It’s definitely hard to maintain sanity when you have to figure out a way to date the guys you want when your parents are around, he.
Well, guess I am going to have to face the music someday.
As for the date which is the actual topic of this post, I think I am going to do it. I have already taken a week to respond back to him which I know looks bad but hey, not every freak has the time to get on Facebook all day.
Dating a tree surgeon, wow. Even more interesting, dating someone that trims down trees and removes them. Sounds like a scary gig. Don’t think you will ever catch me out there grinding a stump or removing a branch from a tree.
But think about all of those muscles! Sorry guys that are reading this blog.
On that note, I think it’s time to message Peter back and pick out something to wear for our date. Wish me luck with my sexy new tree surgeon!
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