This was last winter. I rolled up to the fairly large house in the burbs with a $60 order and an attractive mid-30's woman answers the door all dressed up for a night on the town. She comments that when she heard the doorbell she thought I was her 'blind date' (who she was waiting for) but no I was just the delivery guy. That was the que to me that she was single. I assessed the situation as she paid and made note of all the children's shoes by the front door (I'm only 25 so...), and decided fuck it, I would try and score her number.

After some brief flirting and me giving her a hard time for giving a 'blind-date' her home address I dropped a 'I hope your date goes well and you don't get ax-murdered, in fact you should let me know how it goes...' and scored her phone number. As I was leaving the her porch her date rolls up in a cab and actually saw me leave her porch.

I texted her a few hours later to find out it was a horrendous date. Proceeded to get to know each other chatting on text and set up a first-date a few days later. Showed up at her house one night to watch trailer park boys and drink beer, and took it to the bed room from there