So, the new beau (who, btw, needs a better alias) came up last night and we went to the NC State Fair. 

Things I learned: 

1. He is left-handed. 
2. He shoots pool very well. 
3. Do not take him on spinning rides. 

We had a great time.  He won me a stuffed purple fish (the lady guessed his age as 3 years older, which he doesn't look) and a 2 ft. tall stuffed husky.  I shot the turkey shoot with him; I'd never shot a shotgun before.  My shoulder is sore.  Apparently, if you won, you got to choose between a T-shirt or a turkey.  Which, huh?

The cheesy part?  We went on the Ferris wheel.  During the fireworks show.  Which was cool, but cheesy.

As we were walking back to the car, he started to cross to the road over this large drainage ditch.

WG:  Are you kidding me with that ditch?

NB:  What?

WG:  It's dark, I'm wearing clogs, and I have a bad ankle.  Are you kidding me with the ditch?  If you break me, you have to call my mom and tell her. 

(He keeps walking, and we cross where there is not ditch.)

NB:  I haven't broken you yet.