Cheesecake to Go...

I'll tell you what I like about cheesecake, while we are on the subject.  It is tasty and creamy and yummy as a late night treat.   It is also taken on a mythical life of its own in my life. Back in the day, longer than I want to admit, I decided that I was going to go on a quest for double digit dating. What is double digit dating you may ask? Well, let me tell you. It was getting more than 10 dates in one year. This might not see like a lot but to me it was huge.  I had determined it was time I put some effort into dating or at least getting my "numbers" higher.
Side Note: I think that my attempt at working the numbers took precedent over the idea of actually making a commitment. If you must know I am afraid of commitment. Making the big purchase of marriage has not come easy or more truthfully has not come at all. I blame continuously shopping in the discount store of love and my lack of flirting techniques. One time my mom told me that a guy was checking me out and very quickly I said where, where and started to look around to find the guy. It was then that my mother said, 'How are you my daughter and don't know the subtle art of flirting'.  When I am attempting to flirt it is painful to watch, root canal kind of pain. My skills have gotten better with time, but they really had no where to go but up.
Ok back to the original quest of double digit dating. There were rules to this game, first the guy had to call me and ask me out. Second, he had to pay for the meal. Third, I had to try to listen to my date when he spoke. (The last one was the trickiest I will not lie.)
This lead to a series of very interesting dates. One date I ended up eating pizza with weird/eclectic toppings and then western dancing. The burps I tried to hide on that date were not pretty.  Luckily I could blame someone else on the dance floor and I did.
Another guy asked me out to play tennis, it was summer and hot and the middle of the afternoon. To add insult to injury I am not athletically inclined. So I spent the date hitting the balls like I was playing baseball and watching him run to pick them up all over the court. Ironically, I was able to get two more dates out of him. One where we played racket ball and I spent the time trying to actually hit the ball without hitting him. I accomplished that about fifty percent of the time. The other we went hiking and I realized that he was outdoorsy and I like to view nature from behind a window.
What you should know is that I was not quiet about my quest for double digit dates. Instead, I published the information with my closest and even not so close friends.  I kept a running total and told anyone who asked for the information.

Along the way I determined that the dates were fun but when they dropped me off kissing did not seem to be part of the program. I can't give you a good reason why on that one. Since I got no team action I wanted a sweet treat to satisfy my cravings. So I told my friends it would be funny to order 'cheesecake to go' on one of my dates. Only I would not share it with my date but take it home and enjoy it alone where that kind of love belongs. Everyone decided this was a good idea. I determined to go forward with my 'cheesecake to go' crusade on my next date.  Only one problem. The person I was dating at the time was friends with my friends. So the cheesecake to go was mentioned to him. So there I was on my date, it was an italian restaurant that has super yummy carmel cheesecake. I had been paying attention to computer jargon with numbers of zeros or something.  When my date turns to me and says 'You can even order cheesecake to go'. My quest was deflated, my precious treat was foiled.  Alas, I would go home with no cheesecake.  The idea did not work if my date was complicit in the adventure.
The good news is I did manage to pull off 'cheesecake to go' but on that date I also got a few kisses so I was more inclined to share. I guess the magic to sharing cheesecake is not the word please but a couple kisses. (don't tell my mom)