Aren’t they so grand?
Having to make small talk, and having to somewhat hide your “true self,” at least for…oh say…30 minutes of the date…
You know, like your obsession with a certain famous author, known in some circles as The Master…
Well, the above describes how my first date with my now husband went.
It was a little awkward, having to make small talk.
And I did succeed in hiding my obsession with Stephen King for approximately 30 minutes (I think am being a little generous probably, but my memory eludes me on how quickly that topic came up.)
I am lucky girl, I have been married for nearly nine years to my understanding, awesome husband. No more first date awkwardness.
I can be without my makeup and covered in dog hair and it’s okay.
Oh, and I no longer have to hide my Stephen King obsession. In fact, he enables it…yay me!
However, I did have a first date of sorts this weekend…
No, I didn’t hang out with Raylan Givens or Jax Teller. Or Aragorn.
I confess to spending a lot of time with my fictional boyfriends (my marriage is open like that) but that was not the case this weekend.
However, the subject of Stephen King did come up.
In fact, you could say that The Master was the subject of the date…gasp!
In other words, I watched the series pilot of the show The Mist.
And it was a little awkward.
A little uncomfortable at times.
Things felt a little forced and unnatural.
But, I still had fun, so it was not all bad. Far from it, in fact.
And the pilot tried, it really did. I see enough potential in it that I am willing to go out on another date, just to see where things go.
After all, without first dates, there would never be second dates. Or third dates…
Or nine years and counting marriages…
Yeah, you get the point.
So, without further ado…
Let us review and dissect the pilot episode of The Mist.
And, as always: