Him: "Hi. This is M." (blind date candidate, name initialized to protect the innocent)
Me: "Hey, how are you?"
Him: "Good. How are you?"
Me: "Great. You're lucky to have caught me at home."
Him: "I know. I've tried like six times and you're never there. I was about to give up."
Me: "And actually, I'm only home because I'm skipping something."
Him: "Playing hooky?"
Me: "No, not really. It's just a group of friends and we get together every Wednesday night."
Him: "Oh, that's cool. Do you try different restaurants for dinner or something?"
Me: "No, actually, we get together at Barnes & Noble, and we knit."
Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds before I blab that I'm a knitter. Can't keep that fun little fact to myself. Because as much as we all know that knitting is, in fact, the coolest thing in the world to do, not everyone feels that way, and it might not be the best thing to lead with when trying to make a good first impression.
At least I don't have to try to hide that I'm a dork. It's all out there now.