The story behind Joey

Joey hard at work.....riight

The inquiries about the new guy in my life have been a little bit overwhelming lately, so in order to keep everyone in the loop I'll tell you the story about how I met Joey. Sit down children, relax and listen. Once upon a time I was out at dinner with my friend Neven and we were talking about what was new in our lives when she starts telling me about this rodeo she went to with some friends. She pulls out her cell phone and shows me this picture of some guy named Joey wearing a pink cowboy hat. You see people call him Pink because of his last name, therefore the color of that hat actually made sense. ( I understand that since a lot of people call me Blackie due to Blackman being my last name) Anyways, I laughed and raised an eyebrow as anyone would have done in my situation and we keep chatting. I had just recently gotten up the nerve to join the dating world again and that was prime conversation that night. Suddenly Neven comes up with this brilliant idea, she wants to set me up with the pink hat wearing man. My first response... "ummm... I'm not sure we would have much in common. " She tells me more about him, he bikes, he is really funny, he's cute... I am still not convinced. I mean the man was wearing a pink cowboy hat for crying out loud. But the more she tells me about him the more intrigued I become, and finally I agree to a double date/blind date. We show up to the restaurant where we are all supposed to meet about a week later. I am so nervous all I want to do is run away as fast as I can. I don't go on dates. I am awkward and I never know what to say. Going on a date with someone you have met is intimidating, a blind date is just completely nerve wracking. Yikes! What if he doesn't like me, what if he thinks I am funny looking, what if I make an ass out of myself as I tend to do on a regular basis, what if I fall down because I am such a klutz? I am practically shaking in my seat when Joey walks in with Kendall, Neven's boyfriend. They all chat and I am kind of quiet. I really, really suck at dates.. no joke. But all the time I am quiet I am watching him. Not only is he funny, but he is charming, he is a gentlemen, and he knows more about trivia and music than any human should... The dinner date leads to us all deciding to go to the bars and shoot some pool. As we are walking Joey offers me his coat, awwww. And then continues to woo me with his Irish accent. Yep that is what got me in the end, I mean no girl can resist an accent. We shoot some pool and ended up betting dates on each shot. By the end of the night we were 11 dates deep. ( He was better at pool then he let on. ) He drives me home, and I get out the car without even giving him a good night kiss.

THE END.

No, no, no just kidding kids. That is only the beginning. Over the last month we have seen each other loads of times, we have spent hours upon hours talking and listening to music together and then finally while I was away in San Fran we decided to make it official. We are now dating. Now wasn't that a happy story? I could into more depth about how wonderful I think Joey is, and how thrilled I am to have him in my life but that would just be too mushy and girly for me. I'll let the man in the pink hat tell you all of those romantic details. :) We'll leave it at this, I am smiling more than I have in ages and I owe all this happiness to one Mr. Joey Pinkerton. (insert round of applause here)

TO BE CONTINUED......

Ps. Dear Seth, if you read this, please don't punch Joey in the kidneys. I left out all of the kissing parts just to spare him your wrath. :)