if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands…

Last night I introduced The Best First Date Ever to Ben. I probably should work on a better nickname for him. Or maybe just call him T.B.F.D.E for short.

What better way to get boys to know each other than in a setting where they can interact but don’t really have to talk. This is also known as SPORTS!
Ben and I were playing catch in the park when, weird, TBFDE showed up. With his glove no less. (OK this is getting annoying. Matt. His name is Matt.)

I backed off and let the boys do their thing. Every once in awhile I would get a courtesy “Girl Toss”. God forbid I missed it or it hit my glove wrong and therefore hurt. That’s when the true bonding between those two started. Hey if it takes laughing at me to bond, laugh until the cows come home.

Somehow I got them to stop playing long enough to get ice cream. Amazingly that was a very difficult task to do. If it was a couple of girls you would just have to think ICE CREAM and they would come running. Not these guys. In fact they continued to throw the ball as we walked to the ice cream shop. It was mildly annoying as I was worried I was going to get hit but it was also endearing enough to quell my “getting hit in the kidney with a baseball” fear.

When they finished their ice cream (and I “helped” Matt with his shake) Ben and I invited Matt to come over and hang out. My normally shy boy sat right next to Matt on the couch talked in detail about his baseball game on the DS.

At one point in the middle of their love fest, Ben asked for more water. I said, “Sure but what do you say?” He smiled and said, “Please Mom?” and off I went. Only to get into the kitchen to hear him say on the sly to his new BFF, “My mom will do anything if you just say ‘Please’.”

And that, my dear friends, is the very reason the boy doesn’t meet more of the men I date.
That and the simple fact that none have been as “meet and greet” worthy as TBFDE.