I’m a goddamn pleasure
Out of everything I did the past two weeks, a few meetings/dates were interesting enough to talk about.
I’ll tell you about two or three of them. The first was with this gamer girl that also fights.
We’d been floating around each other for a while but finally decided to meet up for drinks across the street from my physical therapist’s office.
Me: You’ll have to excuse me, I take pictures of my food and drink that no one ever sees.
Her: Oh, I do too!
Me: Ooooh, lemme take a picture of you taking a picture of the drinks.
No umbrellas in them, unfortunately.
I think we both expected to be out for a short while but the conversation was pretty interesting – I’m always grateful when I’m not bored – so we stayed out until late.
Her: What made you learn how to fight?
Me: (shrugging) The usual, I suppose. I was bullied a lot as a kid. You?
Her: (sighing) What you might imagine. Guys on dates.
Me: Ah, I apologize on behalf of my kind. On the plus side, however, it really lowers the bar for a fella like me. Compared to other guys, I’m a goddamn pleasure.
Her: (laughs) I can tell. At least someone gets some benefit.
Me: Heck yeah – thanks to the average frustrated chump, I’m a freaking delight.
Her: (laughs) I know that song!
Me: OMG, you get two points for knowing it!
She had just come from her gym, and I ‘d just come from mine and we were both a bit peckish so we ordered a small cheese plate so we could drink more.
The waiter was really cool and suggested that I get a Downeast Cider.
Him: (taking can and shaking it vigorously) So the deal with this cider is that you have to shake it really hard because it’s unfiltered and…
Me: (interrupting) OK, when you open it, please point it at her and not me?
Her: (laughing) Hey!
Me: Sorry, lady. This is New York. It’s every man – person – for himself. Themselves. You know what I mean.
The waiter then explained that you have to turn the can completely upside down to pour it.
Him: (later) Did you like it?
Me: What’s there not to like? It was tasty and came with a good story behind it.
The gamer girl and I ended up staying out until it was pretty late.
Me: I’m trying to stay in the golden mean – it’s something I was working on a lot years ago and just recently started up again.
Her: How so?
Me: (thinking) I’ve spent the last several years living in the past or in the future. Not to sound all touchy-feely but I’m trying to live in the present, which I haven’t for quite a while.
Her: Ah, like Ram Dass.
Me: Definitely in that vein.
Her: (later) I should tell you, though. I don’t know if it’s right to bring kids into a world like this.
Me: So funny you bring that up! I spent an entire meal arguing with a buddy over that exact topic. So, no kids for you?
Her: No, sorry. You?
Me: That’s why I’m here, darling.
Her: (later) Would you be down to just hanging out, maybe come by my school and I’ll go by yours?
Me: Oh man, that’s perfect! I always feel it’s me giving the, “let’s just be friends,” speech.
The rain started coming down hard when we finally called it a (late) night.
Her: Shoot, it’s raining. Should we grab a cab?
Me: (dismissively) Please, I’m always prepared. (pull out umbrella and offer her my arm) Shall we?
I took a picture of us.
Me: We’re a pretty good-looking couple.
Her: We are.
Me: Shame, really.
Some of my fave people/friends are people that I very briefly dated like El, Caligirl, HEI, Lviv, and the Sexologist.
She seems like she’ll still be fun.
Oh man, the ride home was a disaster. Tried to get a cab, none. Subways weren’t working (at all).
Finally got out and managed to snag a single taxi that got me home well after midnight.
On the ride back, I did chat with someone that doesn’t want to be in this silly-little blog:
Her: How was your date?
Her: (laughing) Is she my biggest competition?
Me: Her? No, she’s fun and I’ll probably see her again, but my front-runner is someone else entirely.
Her: For now…
There’s more but that’s all I wanted to share with you now.
This week’s quieter but only by so much.
Location: 8PM, a local BBQ and gyro spot (CC)
Mood: super busy, on every front
Music: There must be something wrong with you, cuz I’m a freakin’ delight (Spotify)
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