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I’m a different waiter than I was right before I left Ground Pati in May last year. I dunno what it is, but I’m more comfortable in my skin, so I’m more prone to shoot the shit and joke around with my tables. It’s nice. It makes the job more entertaining.
Had a couple interesting tables tonight. First table included 3 college students who, if I had to guess, were roughly 2 or 3 years younger than me. I can only assume they felt comfortable around me because at one point they said, “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“For a million dollars would you do your mom?”
“You mean like fuck her?”
“Yeah.”
“Well here’s the thing… Say you did fuck your mom and you ended up liking it. The next day she’d be like ‘Could you take out the trash….. you pussy destroying fuck machine.’ That’s no good. And then say you have your relatives come over and your grandma approaches you when you’re alone and says, ‘So I hear someone’s a pussy destroying fuck machine,’ as she pinches your crotch region. Don’t fuck the family. It’s not worth it.”
True story. This was a conversation I had with my table.
It also reminded me of the hypothetical question game I always seem to play with Travis. Usually it amounts to "Would you do..." *insert some horrible thing to perform a sex act with* "for" *insert a well calculated monetary reward for said acts.*
A common example would be, "Would you do a semi-retarded chick for 1000 dollars?"
This is probably one of my favorite games. Trav usually thinks of the good questions. The damned if you do, damned if you don't type.
I hung out with Lindsey last night. We “watched” the Superbowl. Actually, we left it on mute and YouTube-ed our favorite songs, guilty pleasure songs, songs that depress us. Adding wine into the mix didn’t exactly make it a jovial experience. But it wasn’t supposed to be.
It seems like I have the most meaningful, soul-bearing conversations with Lindsey. I’m very close to her. We talked about stuff I hadn’t talked about in months. I dunno how we got on the subject, but she mentioned that she ran into Amanda a while ago. She said the encounter was very brief and very awkward. She didn’t understand why because she felt she had been close to Amanda. I have a good guess why this may be. Maybe, and this is a guess, Amanda felt that Lindsey was an extension of me, in a way, and maybe there were sides, and Lindsey was on my side. Ha, this is just a speculation.
But hearing about it made me sad, because I don’t want it to be that way. I dunno. When I first told Lindsey about Amanda and me breaking up, she asked, “Well, if you see her in 2 months, how would you want to be?” I told her I would want to be happy to see her. And you know what… I’m at that point. It’s weird, but I’m totally at peace with the whole thing. And I have been for a while. I think everything finally melted away once Kali moved back home.
But the conversation Lindsey and I had got me thinking. I’d love to know how she’s doing… the way a friend wants to know how another friend is doing. Will I try and contact her? Probably not. I'll just wistfully think about it and continue life. Our paths may cross again. They may not.
I know I’ve been talking a lot about what I want to do with my life, ect….
Lindsey and I listened to this Cat Stevens’ song last night that pretty much sums up my situation. It’s wonderful and simple.
Had a couple interesting tables tonight. First table included 3 college students who, if I had to guess, were roughly 2 or 3 years younger than me. I can only assume they felt comfortable around me because at one point they said, “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“For a million dollars would you do your mom?”
“You mean like fuck her?”
“Yeah.”
“Well here’s the thing… Say you did fuck your mom and you ended up liking it. The next day she’d be like ‘Could you take out the trash….. you pussy destroying fuck machine.’ That’s no good. And then say you have your relatives come over and your grandma approaches you when you’re alone and says, ‘So I hear someone’s a pussy destroying fuck machine,’ as she pinches your crotch region. Don’t fuck the family. It’s not worth it.”
True story. This was a conversation I had with my table.
It also reminded me of the hypothetical question game I always seem to play with Travis. Usually it amounts to "Would you do..." *insert some horrible thing to perform a sex act with* "for" *insert a well calculated monetary reward for said acts.*
A common example would be, "Would you do a semi-retarded chick for 1000 dollars?"
This is probably one of my favorite games. Trav usually thinks of the good questions. The damned if you do, damned if you don't type.
I hung out with Lindsey last night. We “watched” the Superbowl. Actually, we left it on mute and YouTube-ed our favorite songs, guilty pleasure songs, songs that depress us. Adding wine into the mix didn’t exactly make it a jovial experience. But it wasn’t supposed to be.
It seems like I have the most meaningful, soul-bearing conversations with Lindsey. I’m very close to her. We talked about stuff I hadn’t talked about in months. I dunno how we got on the subject, but she mentioned that she ran into Amanda a while ago. She said the encounter was very brief and very awkward. She didn’t understand why because she felt she had been close to Amanda. I have a good guess why this may be. Maybe, and this is a guess, Amanda felt that Lindsey was an extension of me, in a way, and maybe there were sides, and Lindsey was on my side. Ha, this is just a speculation.
But hearing about it made me sad, because I don’t want it to be that way. I dunno. When I first told Lindsey about Amanda and me breaking up, she asked, “Well, if you see her in 2 months, how would you want to be?” I told her I would want to be happy to see her. And you know what… I’m at that point. It’s weird, but I’m totally at peace with the whole thing. And I have been for a while. I think everything finally melted away once Kali moved back home.
But the conversation Lindsey and I had got me thinking. I’d love to know how she’s doing… the way a friend wants to know how another friend is doing. Will I try and contact her? Probably not. I'll just wistfully think about it and continue life. Our paths may cross again. They may not.
I know I’ve been talking a lot about what I want to do with my life, ect….
Lindsey and I listened to this Cat Stevens’ song last night that pretty much sums up my situation. It’s wonderful and simple.
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