I Like Unicorns

About a month ago I went on a date with a guy who brought me a present.

I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, the engineer, and had decided to give good old internet dating another try. I was feeling a bit down after my breakup and was approaching dating as more of a 'something-to-do' than a 'way-to-get-a-ring.' A guy sent me an email and I responded with one long run-on sentence about my cats, their fleas and my devastation over said fleas. (I was really trying to impress, clearly.) Apparently he was quite amused by my candor and responded by telling me that discussing my fleas was far more interesting than the usual "This is what I do for work, this is what I like to drink, I like unicorns." I let him know I LOVED unicorns. So, of course, he asked me out.

We met at a very nice, fairly expensive restaurant and, immediately after being seated, he quickly informed me that he had something for me. Was it flowers? Chocolates? Not quite. It was a My Little Pony unicorn. He slapped it right down on our nice tablecloth in all it's magical glory. It was fabulous, this unicorn. It even came with its own comb. In preparation for our date, he informed me, he had gone to 3 different toy stores looking for this magnificent bounty.

It was a good date, but despite the unicorn there wasn't much magic. Too bad, I like a man who doesn't show up for a date empty-handed.