COLUMN: Romance in the MUC

Last week I went on my first “Blaine date.” It’s like a blind date, but better.

I am a double major and spend endless hours improving my brain in the library, so Blaine had to work around my incessant studying to ensure we were able to have dinner together.

He met me in the library, took me to the top floor of the Muenster University Center where we dined with a fake candle on steak and fish from RED Steakhouse. There was also a lot of loud rap music coming from other areas of the MUC, but the ambiance was still very good.

I’ve been told there are three rules to a perfect first date. You aren’t allowed to talk about politics, religion or your job. I broke all three of those rules.

By sheer happenstance, the waiter at Red forgot to give Blaine silverware. Fortunately, I brought four forks and four knives, just in case one of us dropped or broke the malleable, plastic cutlery I had gotten from Charlie’s Grill.

And of course, Blaine broke his fork.

The conversation was quite vibrant, and it was refreshing to talk about something more important then what was happening on Facebook, Twitter or another trivial form of social media.

I personally do not kiss on the first date, ever, so I shook his hand and we parted ways. He did ask me to play Texas Hold em’ in a tournament this weekend, and I might take him up on the offer.

So, ladies, if Blaine asks you on a date, I recommend you to accept graciously.