Young Casey Casano-no

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1. Sometimes we wish we could hit the rewind button. Talk about an experience that you would do over if you could.

2. Write about spending time with a baby or child under the age of two. The challenge: if you’re a parent, do not talk about your own child.

— The Scintilla Project’s Day 10 prompts

I did not handle things well with girls at all when I was young. I always kept insanely busy and sucked at letting anyone in, so relationships were kept pretty low-tier on my list of priorities. It all ended well after those years of screw-ups, but if I could have do-overs, I’d:

  • not have ditched that girl on her prom just because I’d broken the garage door and was broke; I’d have found a way to make it work;
  • have asked that girl out; especially after later discovering she would’ve said yes;
  • kissed that girl when the perfect opportunity arose, but I chose logic over feelings;
  • have kept talking to that girl despite my friends thinking she was weird; and
  • taken more chances with the girls who made it obvious that they were interested.
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Worst. Date. Ever.

Last updated on January 15th, 2021 at 12:09 am

Last Updated: January 15, 2021


Stop and smell...

1. Many of our fondest memories are associated with food. Describe a memorable experience that took place while preparing or eating food.

2. Write about a time when a preconceived notion or opinion (about a person, place, thing, etc.) turned out to be wrong. What did it take to change your mind?

— The Scintilla Project’s Day 8 prompts

Some of the best dates are the ones that go according to plan… but sometimes you need to ask whose plan you’re following!

16 was a hell of a year. Seeing as how my life was so insanely busy, I hadn’t been on too many dates before (I mean, my confidence levels were low enough that I’d convinced myself that no one would want me)—but judging from how events unfolded below, I wasn’t the only one!

Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls I Do Adore…

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Reading through my old journals, I see that when I wasn’t worrying about money or schoolwork, I was worrying about girls. I was too busy to keep up a relationship, but I saw everyone around me experimenting with love and wanted some of it for myself. Around Valentine’s day 2000, I was single and my ex—potentially taking pity on my perilous plight—decided to hook me up with a coworker of hers and see where it went from there. Her name was Maritza and she was from a nice Spanish family.

Since it’d been a while since being on a proper date, I was pulling all the stops to make a good impression. Planned dinner at a nice restaurant, dressed up in my best outfit, got some flowers. I hoped I had what it took to stand a chance! So I get to the front door, flower in hand, ready to take her somewhere nice, and she answers the door. I remember her being cute. And then she said the 9 magic words:

“Do you mind if we have dinner here instead?”

I was confused and perplexed, having to give up the plans I’d worked so hard to put together, but who was I to deny a request on a first date?

Little did I know it’d be an ambush.

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?

Had I been a little older and a little wiser, I’d have realized that no teenager in their right mind is going to have a first date at her parents’ place… without her parents home.

My memory could be playing tricks on me, but I remember walking into the kitchen where her father, mother, siblings and maybe a cousin or two sat awaiting my arrival.

And thus began one of the most awkward meals I’ve ever had.

“What’re your intentions for my daughter?”

“I… only just met her now.”

“What’s your five-year plan?”

“…I’m 16, I don’t really have one—go to school? Get a job?”

“What do you do for work?”

“Work at my Dad’s chicken restaurant?”

Needless to say, it was the only date. I remember even sending a teddy bear and chocolates after for Valentine’s Day (again, if I was only a little older and a little wiser), but that pretty much wrapped that tale up nicely.

Worst. Date. Ever.

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The Pick-up: Follow-Up

Last updated on March 19th, 2021 at 02:10 pm

So I woke up around 3:50 or so. Apparently, I needed 10½ hours of sleep. Hey, I’ll take it.

A little after 4, I called Sarah. Good times—she knows we’re both interested in one another, but she needs a little time because she broke up with the last suitor on Monday. And I’m completely fine with that. I kept the conversation going after that to ward off any awkwardness, so we still cool.

This is weird. No feeling of rejection? No self-loathing? Huh! Maybe this year is going to be good after all!

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