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Last night I went out to dinner with a guy.
He picked me up in his silver VW Jetta after getting back from the gym and proceeded to tell me about his new workout program, along with every other detail of his day.
He explained his new fancy car stereo to me and asked me what kind of music I liked.
He talked about ultimate fighting and described himself as an "alternative skater guy".
He also talked about his ex girlfriend with hate in his voice and eyes for at least 15 minutes.
He said the words "I'm crazy like that", and he was fucking serious.
I knew that the date would go like this, but I had to do it. Maybe now he'll stop coming into work and buying every book I recommend, telling me about his business ventures and asking me what I'm up to this weekend.
Persistence pays off, I guess, cause I went out with him, but holy crap this had better stop.
It's not like he's mean or bad or anything, but wow, just not for me.
On the plus side we went out to this really good Indian buffet in a strip mall in Tillicum and along beside it was a store with custom ice cream cakes and pinball machines. We played "Tommy" named after that movie musical done by Andrew Lloyd Weber and The Who. (Or was it just one of the guys from The Who?) I don't know, I haven't seen it nor had I heard of it before last night, but what a cool thing to make a pinball machine for.
Also, there was a game store next door that was closed, but there were about 8 teenage boys inside afterhours playing Dungeons and Dragons! How awesome is that!? I wish I was hanging out with those kids instead.
To make it all better I went out to the pub on the corner with my roomates and spelled dirty words in Scrabble and had a pint of chocolate beer. This pub, The Bent Mast, is amazing because it is in this huge old creepy house that hasn't been restructured inside except for building the actual bar. The house is built where two roads diverge from the square and has nice outside garden seating which is especially beautiful at night.
When you go upstairs to the bathroom you feel like you're going to run into some woman in a petticoat or a maid carrying her masters bedpan.
He picked me up in his silver VW Jetta after getting back from the gym and proceeded to tell me about his new workout program, along with every other detail of his day.
He explained his new fancy car stereo to me and asked me what kind of music I liked.
He talked about ultimate fighting and described himself as an "alternative skater guy".
He also talked about his ex girlfriend with hate in his voice and eyes for at least 15 minutes.
He said the words "I'm crazy like that", and he was fucking serious.
I knew that the date would go like this, but I had to do it. Maybe now he'll stop coming into work and buying every book I recommend, telling me about his business ventures and asking me what I'm up to this weekend.
Persistence pays off, I guess, cause I went out with him, but holy crap this had better stop.
It's not like he's mean or bad or anything, but wow, just not for me.
On the plus side we went out to this really good Indian buffet in a strip mall in Tillicum and along beside it was a store with custom ice cream cakes and pinball machines. We played "Tommy" named after that movie musical done by Andrew Lloyd Weber and The Who. (Or was it just one of the guys from The Who?) I don't know, I haven't seen it nor had I heard of it before last night, but what a cool thing to make a pinball machine for.
Also, there was a game store next door that was closed, but there were about 8 teenage boys inside afterhours playing Dungeons and Dragons! How awesome is that!? I wish I was hanging out with those kids instead.
To make it all better I went out to the pub on the corner with my roomates and spelled dirty words in Scrabble and had a pint of chocolate beer. This pub, The Bent Mast, is amazing because it is in this huge old creepy house that hasn't been restructured inside except for building the actual bar. The house is built where two roads diverge from the square and has nice outside garden seating which is especially beautiful at night.
When you go upstairs to the bathroom you feel like you're going to run into some woman in a petticoat or a maid carrying her masters bedpan.