In an effort to catch you up (and to not have to put up several long blog posts in one day!), here’s a brief rundown on my dates in the upper Midwest!
Wisconsin -- This is the first time I felt an actual jolt when I saw one of my dates. So attractive! We’d planned to wander around a garden outside an art museum, but the weather wasn’t cooperating. We just went to dinner instead. I was shocked when I looked at the time and found we’d been talking for two and a half hours. He’s kind, he’s active, he’s Lutheran . . . what a catch!
Minnesota -- Mr. Minnesota had just gotten his pilot license. Like, literally a few hours before I met him. I was a little bit scared but figured that the last time I went up in a small plane, I jumped out of it, and this couldn’t be any scarier than that. We had a smooth takeoff, a turbulence-free flight, and an easy landing. Nobody dying = a good date in my book.
North Dakota -- Froggy 99.9 in Fargo found me my Mr. North Dakota. Amanda, one of their morning show dj’s, has a history of great matchmaking. She found me a cute guy who was a great conversationalist and he even brought gifts! (An NDSU t-shirt and a beautiful peach rose -- what a sweetie!) We had a great time shooting clay pigeons (my first time shooting a shotgun!) and had a delicious dinner -- see my “thank you” page for more details!
South Dakota -- My first double date of the trip! My old friend Trisha hooked me up with a friend of hers. She, her hubby, Mr. SD, and I went to Vermillion’s Ribs, Rods, and Rock & Roll festival downtown. Any date that involves ribs has to be good, right? We had a good time wandering, eating, and listening to the cover band. I have two bruised shins from a small rib-grilling accident (you’ll have to wait for the book for details!), but it was a fun night.
Montana -- This one was a little odd, because I was only available during the day and the Mr. Montana my friend Matt helped me find had to work during the day. So . . . we had a phone date. We talked about all kinds of stuff, like work (he's a cowboy -- cool!), hobbies (he owns a boat! I came in the wrong season!), and Montana. It was actually a good way to get to know someone without the "should I or should I not kiss him at the end of the date" debate, since it wasn't an option.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love Midwestern guys? Sigh. They restore my hope that there are still good ones left out there!