Ugh...I need sleep.

Met a boy for coffee this morning...and by morning, I mean 7am.

I have a huge problem saying 'No' to guys who could potentially be my future husband, and he seemed like a definite candidate.

Dark features, charming, and really excited about the date.

Problem?  He's a morning person.

Now everyone who knows and loves me knows that my day begins at 3:43pm.  I put that aside, however, because Morning Boy said he feels at his best at around 7am, so that's when we decided to meet.

At 7am, I feel around the corner and over the Dairy Queen, but I wasn't going to let something like my being a night owl/probable insomniac/serial killer-before-noon stop me from having a great date.

Of course, I was late.

(Come on, who wouldn't be late at 7am? I was shocked to find people actually driving and on the street. It's a Saturday! Isn't today the day when God rested--or is that just in the Jewish faith?)

He was bubbly. No actually, he was worse than bubbly. He was inquisitive. I guess it's normal to be on a date and want the guy to talk about himself, but something about the early hour and my general bad attitude that early in the morning made it feel like I was being interrogated about a murder. Fittingly, my answers were somewhat...sparse.

MORNING BOY: So what do you do?
ME: Big job.
MORNING BOY: That must be...fun.
ME: Uh...no.
MORNING BOY: Oh, it's not?
ME: Nope.
MORNING BOY: Why not?
ME: Mmm...yeah.
MORNING BOY: That's not really a--
ME: Coffee...sugar...now.

I realized I was being an ass, so I suggested a redo version of the date at a later time. When Morning Boy asked how late, I said "Well, around ten tonight would be great." He looked at me as if I suggest skinning a puppy.

MORNING BOY:  Oh God, I'm never up past nine thirty.

NINE THIRTY!!! Good television dramas don't even start until ten!

ME:  That's kind of early, no?

MORNING BOY:  Yeah, I just like a good night's rest."
ME:  But you're so young.

MORNING BOY:  You don't have to be old to like rest.

At this he laughed, I just kept staring at him expecting for his wires to reveal themselves. He couldn't be human, and I couldn't date someone who wasn't going to be able to come over at the sensible hour of 1am for Food Network viewing and reheated pizza.

So that was the end of that.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to bed.