No BBQ for me.

So I went and met Mr. BBQ yesterday at the Barnes and Nobel. 

He was about 75 pounds heavier than his pictures. 

He bought me an iced Tea, and then we sat out side, and he proceeded to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and Talk, and talk, and talk . . .   

I couldn't get a word in edge wise.  It was like he was lecturing me.  He told me all about rugby.  Have I ever told you how much I want to know all about rugby?  Yeah, I don't.  And he told me all about his church, and how he is working on himself.  And how he has gone on dates where the girls didn't match their pictures (Humm . . . he may need to consider that one a little more.) And how "I" actually do look like my picture.  And then he told me, that despite the fact that I'm lovely, he doesn't think he is ready to date, so he is going to take his profile down. 

Ok . . . so why ask me out??????

I was dazed and confused.

So I go to my car, and it won't start. 

Yippee . . .  it will turn over and go vroom, vroom vroom . . . vroom . . .  v.. . . r . . . oo . . . m, and then it stops.  WHAT THE HECK!?!?!?

I could have call Mr. BBQ back and had him help me . . .  But I think I would rather be stranded on an ice flow with a polar bear and a killer whale. 

After MANY failed attemts to get the car runnging, (I am no mechanic)  I called my Mommy and Daddy and they came and got me. 

So I'm Car-less in Colorado.  But being Car-less, is still better than having tea and BBQ.