Wonders Never Cease

I have a confession, dear readers. I have not stopped texting Surf Dude despite haven officially given him the blog-boot about a month ago (see Wipeout: Surf Dude). Perhaps most disturbing, I have managed to rack up around $40 of additional cell phone charges this past month due exclusively to texting him. Clearly I have a problem.

Sometimes he starts it, sometimes I do, and we often talk about meeting up (usually one of us is tipsy during this exchange) and then we never do. Last night, though, the craziest thing happened. I invited him to come over to watch Elf, one of my most favorite holiday films. He wanted me to go over to his place. We went around a few times about each other's places via text and then HE CALLED ME AND ASKED ME OUT.

That isn’t even the craziest part. Listen to the date he proposed:

• First, he picks me up and brings me to his place, where he cooks me dinner
  
• Second, we go to his basketball game (he’s very serious about not missing it) and presumably I cheer
  
• Third, we head back to his place for a movie, which we fall asleep watching
  
• And finally, I stay over and the next morning HE DRIVES ME TO WORK

Woah, I say, that’s a pretty big plan. After I make him repeat it I realize that he wants me to get ready for work at his house and go straight to the office. Surf Dude and I never got anywhere near the stage where I would get ready for work at his house, I've actually never even been AT his house.

After months of not being able to ask me out at all he practically invites me to move in with him. Am I the only one who thinks there’s a progression from strangers to casual dating to serious dating? (the answer to that, by the way, is clearly yes). But I’ve got to give it to him for trying to suggest a normal date and saying Yes doesn't really hurt any.

We settle on the dinner part for sure, with me driving myself so that I can leave (I was given the options of him picking me up directly from work or at my house) anytime during his 12-hour plan that I deem appropriate.

Surf Dude has a terrible record for follow through, so I’ll let you know whether he even remembers to send me his address.