A few weeks ago my Mom met a lady through a mutual friend (Beverly) who has a son who lives in LA. As they chatted about their adult children's exciting California lives they realized their adult children (i.e. Philip and I) had a bit in common.
We both are in "green" careers. He's an architect focusing on green design and I am a sustainability manager.
We both live in So-Cal. He's in LA, while I'm in Newport.
We both like the Wildcats and making new friends.
That is basically all it takes apparently to be MFEO (Made For Each Other).
Sleepless in Seattle fans, that was for you.
When my Mom got home she called and told me about meeting Philip's mother.
"Sure! Give him my phone number." I said. "Worst case scenario I'll make a good industry contact or have an amazing blog post. Best case scenario I'll be barefoot and pregnant in no time."
"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Anyway, I'll tell Bev." said Mom, who has taken to largely ignoring my sarcasm in hopes that I will take up a more lady-like habit.
Like needlepoint. Or soft-spokenness.
I didn't think much more about Philip until my mom texted me a little more information about him.
Philip Durrante (I'm not sure about the spelling)
Eco-Architecture Designs
421 E. Pasa Robles Rd.
Los Angeles CA
An address and no cell number or email? Does she think I'll just swing by?
I'll Google him and at least find out if he is cute!
But Google turned up zilch!
I didn't even know it was possible to leave no imprint on the interwebs! But there was nothing coming up for a Philip Durrante/Durrent/Durant/etc... that worked for any sort of architectural firm in LA, let alone Eco-Architecture. I guess she must really be off on the spelling.
Oh, well!
A week later Momma Crigger forwarded an email she had received from Philip's mother. The gist of it was that I seemed amazing (she's not wrong there) and that Philip would be happy to meet me and know someone from Kentucky in the big city. She also mentioned having the two of us meet up over Christmas while we are both home. And that is when it started to feel a little bit like I was living in a country where the parents select the bride for the groom...
Thank goodness Charles and Kathy don't even attempt to voice an opinion on my love life. They have only ever liked one boy I brought "home". And I am pretty sure they are hoping I'll marry him, move back to Kentucky, and bring my 10 kids home for the holidays so that bunk room they have will get some use.
And then I saw Philip's real last name.
Smith.
Not Durrante, or whatever my mom thought it was.
He was Phil Smith! Phil Smith! PhilSmith!
I say this because when I was introduced to him he (and everyone else) said it like it was one word.
Obviously, I already know him.
And as such, if I were interested in him, I probably would have already gone out with him.
He not only comes to the UK game watch parties, but he is good friends with Sean.
The guy from the Kentucky alumni group who I dated VERY casually for awhile, and keeps calling me and wanting to come see me in Orange County and take me on dates.
I'm significantly less interested in that occurring.
But anyway, Phil is awesome, and I really like hanging out with him. But he isn't really my type, and even if he was, he and I could never go out because of Sean.
It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small, small, world.
And tough being so popular and desirable!
We both are in "green" careers. He's an architect focusing on green design and I am a sustainability manager.
We both live in So-Cal. He's in LA, while I'm in Newport.
We both like the Wildcats and making new friends.
That is basically all it takes apparently to be MFEO (Made For Each Other).
Sleepless in Seattle fans, that was for you.
When my Mom got home she called and told me about meeting Philip's mother.
"Sure! Give him my phone number." I said. "Worst case scenario I'll make a good industry contact or have an amazing blog post. Best case scenario I'll be barefoot and pregnant in no time."
"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Anyway, I'll tell Bev." said Mom, who has taken to largely ignoring my sarcasm in hopes that I will take up a more lady-like habit.
Like needlepoint. Or soft-spokenness.
I didn't think much more about Philip until my mom texted me a little more information about him.
Philip Durrante (I'm not sure about the spelling)
Eco-Architecture Designs
421 E. Pasa Robles Rd.
Los Angeles CA
An address and no cell number or email? Does she think I'll just swing by?
I'll Google him and at least find out if he is cute!
But Google turned up zilch!
I didn't even know it was possible to leave no imprint on the interwebs! But there was nothing coming up for a Philip Durrante/Durrent/Durant/etc... that worked for any sort of architectural firm in LA, let alone Eco-Architecture. I guess she must really be off on the spelling.
Oh, well!
A week later Momma Crigger forwarded an email she had received from Philip's mother. The gist of it was that I seemed amazing (she's not wrong there) and that Philip would be happy to meet me and know someone from Kentucky in the big city. She also mentioned having the two of us meet up over Christmas while we are both home. And that is when it started to feel a little bit like I was living in a country where the parents select the bride for the groom...
Thank goodness Charles and Kathy don't even attempt to voice an opinion on my love life. They have only ever liked one boy I brought "home". And I am pretty sure they are hoping I'll marry him, move back to Kentucky, and bring my 10 kids home for the holidays so that bunk room they have will get some use.
And then I saw Philip's real last name.
Smith.
Not Durrante, or whatever my mom thought it was.
He was Phil Smith! Phil Smith! PhilSmith!
I say this because when I was introduced to him he (and everyone else) said it like it was one word.
Obviously, I already know him.
And as such, if I were interested in him, I probably would have already gone out with him.
He not only comes to the UK game watch parties, but he is good friends with Sean.
The guy from the Kentucky alumni group who I dated VERY casually for awhile, and keeps calling me and wanting to come see me in Orange County and take me on dates.
I'm significantly less interested in that occurring.
But anyway, Phil is awesome, and I really like hanging out with him. But he isn't really my type, and even if he was, he and I could never go out because of Sean.
It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small, small, world.
And tough being so popular and desirable!
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