My date looks like a Muppet... seriously

The Song:
Little Lion Man by: Mumford & Sons
I am new to Mumford & Sons as are most people.  Apparently they are getting a huge following and out pouring of requests to come back from the Philly area.  I love how they incorporate some old, New Orleans style blue grass sounds with a great folk singer sound.  They pull off a great four part harmony, but most importantly the lyrics actually mean something.  They're not just words in a song... they are truth for many peoples lives.  You also, don't really hear the banjo much now of days... but Winston Marshall can pick a banjo like Eddie Peabody or that kid from Deliverance.   They also bring in instruments that most people my age have never heard, or have heard but have no idea that they're listening to a Mandolin or Dobro.  But that's what you'll hear when you put on the Sigh No More album just out from Mumford & Sons.

The Date:
My date looks like a Muppet... seriously
So like I've said before, I had a stint with eHarmony.  I met a lot of really nice guys... and a lot of really retarded men... and I'm being nice with "retarded".  I put it best when referring to the men I've dated as well as the men my girlfriends from High School have dated.... "Our collective dating record reads as a 'Who's Who' of the worlds most retarded men."  But I digress...

So I got an email from a guy I had been going back and forth with on eHarmony.  He was not my type as far as looks, he was this cute little baby face... curly blonde hair and blue eyes.  I'm  more in to the tall, dark, and easy men, myself.  But I was impressed with his "stats".  Harvard for Undergrad, Penn for Grad and doing Teach America in Philly while at Grad School.  From Connecticut, was a singer and sang AT Harvard with the Men's Glee Club which is known round the world for the tight close harmonies and "60 voices as One".  I was blown away by some of the things  he'd accomplished at such a young age, so I thought I'd give it a try... why not, right?

So we met at the White Dog Cafe in Univ. City.  I LOVE IT THERE, by the way.  If you've never been, go - great beer selection and food to boot!  Anyway, I see him standing outside of the place in Kakis, an argile sweater vest, white button down shirt, and PENNY LOAFERS.  I mean I knew he was from Connecticut but... really?  He was a perfect gentleman, pulled out my chair, ordered for me once he knew what I wanted (which I've always thought was cute, but most woman hate it.  I like it).  We got to talking about our childhoods, and how we ended up on eHarmony and such.  Turns out the city wasn't as kind to him as I was, he was jumped just a few days earlier.  Guess he stood out in West Philly like a sore thumb.

At one point I felt myself zoning out... staring at him in almost a daze.  I was saying to myself "you're being creepy... but wow he really reminds me of someone I know..."  I couldn't put my finger on it... I was answering questions like "Soo where did you go to college" with "Um yeah..." b/c I was so intent on figuring out who he looked like.... and then suddenly when we started talking about favorite childhood shows.. it came to me.  He looked... like a Fraggle.  I actually choked on my Dog Fish Head IPA 90 when I realized it.

Soooo at that point I knew I wasn't interested in him if I had spent the whole date trying to figure out who he looked like, instead of listening to what the Harvard Grad had to say.  So I thought, ok have a little fun and go home.  Still on the subject of shows we watched as kids, I said "Oh ya know, I used to LOVE Fraggle Rock.... you ever watch it?"  No Joke, he said really  loud and very excited... "I LOVED FRAGGLE ROCK...." then..... he sang..... "Dance ya cares away... worries for another day... let the music play... ::clap, clap:: down in Fraggle Rock".   Yup that's right, there was clapping on my date.

4 1/2 minutes later we got the check and I left.  I haven't heard from him since.  WHAT... THE... F?