Prior to 07/27/2007, my family was smaller. Now, I some-times feel as though I'm related to half of Idaho. Some may not think that's a good thing, but I'm loving it so far.
N has been my cousin-in-law ever since that fateful summer day in 2007. When I sent a handful of people messages to see if they'd be interested and available to meet up with me, he was the first to respond. He offered me dinner and a place to sleep. During this journey, that is what I consider the perfect date. I spend no less than 2 hours per day worrying about where I am going to sleep each night. Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs is for real. It's quite difficult to have any sort of life altering moments of brilliance while sleeping under a bridge with an empty stomach. Fortunately, I wasn't going to have to worry about that, for the night anyway.
I'm not the best judge of character, so take it for what it's worth when I say that N seems to be a good person. And on a more personal level, I appreciate that he seems to do a decent amount of thinking in comparison to his amount of talking. Yes, his thinking:talking ratio (I just coined that term - Don't use it without my permission) is rather high. Plus, just when I thought the evening was coming to an end, N bought me frozen yogurt. Nothing weird about it. Just a couple of dudes enjoying a lower-calorie alternative to ice cream on a wild Friday night.
I don't know if we'd consider one another friends just yet. After all, it was only one date, and I'm not exactly sure when/how a friendship is formed. But it seems to be off to a good start, and, if nothing else, at least we'll always be family. Unless my wife divorces me, in which case we will no longer be family, no matter how good of friends we may become, because that's just how it works.