If you've been reading the tabloids, then you know that author Liz Hoban, in a moment of weakness, agreed to meet me for coffee if her book, "A Fine Pickle" ever made it to the editor's desk on Authonomy.
Well, 1,300 personal spam requests and a dozen threads later, she made it! And I'm happy to say she kept her word.
On the afternoon of July 1, 2014, she agreed to meet me for coffee. I was so nervous that I asked everyone on Authonomy for dating advice. But the only useful information I got was "Don't fart."
Easy to say, hard to do. That and Frankie Sachs advice to wear socks with sandals, because bare feet are disgusting.
|I am so bold!|
Anyway, I thought I needed more advice, so I went to a professional.
|Madame Izabella looks into the crystal ball, her eyes glow red! She says: "Don't Fart!"|
I thought about how nervous she must be, and excited as well. After all, it's not every writer that gets to have a shot at Splinker. Not since college, anyway.
So I looked and I searched and eventually found the perfect spot:
|"Even the dirtiest date comes out clean and ready for more!"|
Unfortunately, the shrubbery made her suspicious and she insisted that we meet somewhere more public, so we settled on a diner.
I had the perfect table reserved for us, but for some reason Liz insisted on sitting in the back.
I did something really silly. I prepared note cards for topics of conversation. I know, it's completely geeky, but I was really nervous.
I had eight cards.
2. "I've Been Deader"
3. More me.
4. What does she think of "I've Been Deader?"
5. Which one of my Authonomy threads were her favorite?
6. Which chapter of "I've Been Deader" did she like the best
7. How excited was she to meet me, the author of "I've Been Deader?"
|Pretty classy. The hat is mine.|
I was determined to cover at least seven of these topics.
Anyway, we agreed that we'd each wear a red carnation so that we'd know who was who, although I was pretty sure I was me. But you can never be too careful.
I was on my second glass of water, when something totally unexpected happened. (Not that. I'm not THAT old.)
She showed up! And she was cute! And unarmed!!!
|No, not that!|
|That! No, I didn't put the carnation there to stop her from talking. I had other reasons.|
I played it cool and didn't ask her to marry me or anything. I waited until after the much sought after coffee.
|She is a real athlete. She practically flew out of the booth right after this was taken!|
We talked and we talked and sometimes I even paid attention. Eventually, her lunch minutes were up and we had to leave. I insisted that I pay the check. Not because I think a guy should do that, but because the bet was that she would buy me coffee if her book made the desk. Since she didn't buy me coffee today, she has to meet me again. It's like a law or something.
|"Back off. This is pepper spray!"|
I saved the coffee cup and took back some of the tip.
After texting her for a few hours, Liz decided to reply. So I'm pretty sure there's a second date in our future.
Wish me luck!