What everyone says
As I said, my cousin Ras hit me up months ago because she wanted to take me out to eat. Again.
Me: Was I right about everything?
Her: Yes!!!! You were so right about being reasonable; he used that term dozens of times in our call. Let me take you out to eat, someplace bougie.
I’m really not a bougie kinda eater, as evidenced by my love of $1 pizza slices. Still, she insisted and I’m never one to say no to food, as you’ll soon see.
Our reservations for the restaurant she wanted finally came this past week so she stopped by the gym and got her first roll in almost two years.
Then we showered and went with Chad to get drinks over at Barcade, NYC.
The last time I was there was with Chad and some friends after Alison passed.
Him: Women are just used to being pursued.
Me: It’s prob more accurate that they’re better at playing the game.
Her: You mean dating?
Me: The way I see it, all women are at least blue belts when it comes to dating. Figure that, the average girl has to fight off unwanted male advances 2-3 times a week starting at 14 for like 30 years. Contrast this with the average frustrated dude that probably *speaks* to 2-3 women they don’t know a year.
Her: You two aren’t like that.
Me: Nope. And you’re like a black belt when it comes to relationships too.
Her: Yeah – when they’re not mine. And some people clearly shouldn’t be dating anyone until they get their own lives in order.
As soon as we arrived, we were treated to some champagne.
Her: My friend told them we were coming and hooked us up.
Me: Great, cause I’m starving.
She got us the tasting menu, which was fulla absolutely delicious – and absolutely tiny – dishes. Each one was a winner.
The alcohol kept coming too. Lots of it was on the house, but Ras made sure our cups were never empty.
Her: I’m stuffed. You?
Me: I could go for a $1 slice of pizza.
Her: You’re kidding me. OK.
So off we went to a pizza joint just down the block. I got a slice and a Jamaican beef patty.
Her: Are you full now?
Me: Do you really want to know the answer?
So off we went to Los Tacos No. 1.
Her: I just want the horchata but I’m buying you the Especial.
Me: Don’t you dare, you…
Her: Too late. You’re the only one that believed in me.
Her: Are you full NOW?!
Her: I don’t know how you eat that much.
Me: That’s what everyone says.
There’s more but I’m le tired. Still, my social obligations are almost over.
Location: earlier today, being told I could lift more on 36th Street
Music: Just know that you’re good enough (Spotify)
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