A match made in Bluegrass Heaven?

When I saw Jack's profile on Match.com I was instantly intrigued.
Not so much because he was cute, which he is, but because it said he had moved from Kentucky.
HAAAAAAALLELUJAAAAH! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
The more I date out here, the more I miss guys from the South.
There is just something a little bit different about them.
I'm not saying they are better... It's just a good different that I miss.

Southern men wear bow ties without the least bit of irony.
They can pull off plaid shorts without looking ridiculous.
I don't have to explain how to bet at the race track because Southern gents already know.
They know who Christian Laettner is, and why I'm not crazy about him.
I don't have to explain that all bourbon is whiskey, but not all whiskey is bourbon.
They open doors for me, carry my lipstick in their pocket when I don't have pockets of my own, and ask about my Momma.
They don't think drinking out of a mason jar is cute. They think it's normal.

So, needless to say, I had high hopes for this date.

Jack and I agreed to meet up at a sports bar to watch some UK football. Now, of course, I wasn't expecting my Wildcats to win. This isn't basketball season after all and we aren't known for our football prowess. But any excuse to cheer for my home state and I am stoked. We were playing Arkansas, who I loath possibly more than Duke. Since Jack went to Western he decided to cheer for them just to keep things interesting. They are both red after all.

This was fine with me. Its the fact that he is a legit Louisville fan that I really have a hard time with.
He did preface it with "Now, don't hate me. I'm a nice person otherwise."

Alas, peering into my crystal ball I can see lots of very tense basketball seasons in our future, and that just wont work. Our children will have to chose between Mom's team and Dad's team and that just isn't 
fair to little Charles Edward and Kathy Sue. This date was practically over before it started. 

I somehow managed to not run out of the bar when he claimed those dirty birds as his team, and we actually ended up having a really nice time. He is really smart and funny, though carrying a bit too much ex-girlfriend baggage for my liking. He is headed back to Kentucky in a few days to finish getting the rest of his stuff out of the house they own together.

That's right. They own a house together.

People, if you take nothing else away from this blog know this; Don't buy things with people you
aren't legally bound to! That means no houses, no dogs, and no plants with people you aren'tcommitted to forever and always! Only jointly buy things you can feasibly cut in a half. 
Like an apple. 
Or siamese twins. 

The girl always comes out of this kind of division of property on top. She will kick you out, because you can't make her leave. That's just mean. She will take your dog and you'll be a weekend dog-dad. And she'll probably steal your plants just to really stick it to you since she always hated them and will likely end up killing them! Even if she dumped  you, you'll probably get labeled as the meanie. That's how it works.   

But I digressed quite rapidly. 

Anyway... we watched the game and ended up going to dinner after. We discussed how we both make friends easily (He was an army brat so he has lots of experience moving, and I will talk to anyone. Literally.) and how people seem to find that weird in California. I guess they don't hear alot of "Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy, but here's my number. Let's be besties!" 

After dinner, we called it a night, but both agreed we should definitely be friends.
There aren't any sparks, but I can use all the friends out here I can get!
Even if they are a Louisville fan...
No one is perfect after all.