double entry = double gladness.
so, i was at denny's, as i often am. outside, smoking a cigarette, as i often do. not too often, mind you, but enough to note that my neck is chapped and my hands are unusually dry. weather is unkind.
anyway, bill does one of his bursts through the front door. he stands by the garbage can, lights up a cigarette and blows it into the wind. he smirks. this entire display usually means he thinks he'll baffle me in another one of our discussions, which we hadn't had any of that night. he leans back and asks me what my ideal man would be.
"why, i don't know. hadn't much thought about it."
"let me tell you your ideal man."
so, he goes on to tell me about my ideals. he's correct, but that's only because he knows what characteristics i admire in others. he's a clever little irish cook.
anywho.
he describes a supposed perfect boyfriend, well, perfectly.
3 hours later, i get my first customers in god knows how long.
it's brad, a regular that comes in. he's funny and likes to bust our chops. he's one of the few regulars i like. brad has brought eric. smart. funny. sensitive. cute. charasmatic. we stood outside, talking about bill gates for 20 minutes, somehow arriving to the conclusion that he'd rather buy 80,000,000 $10 blow-up dolls, instead of taking over a different planet, which we think he could. we talk about J.R. tolken, star wars, vin diesel, jack black, movies and scientology.
i'm leaving around 7:30 AM, and we have one last cigarette. as i'm walking to my car, i hear something to the effect of, "uhm, excuse me." i turn, and it's eric, holding a cup of coffee and apologizing for stopping me on my way to my car.
yup. gave em my number.
which i like him even more for.
anyway. nothing might happen with him. you know. it just made my night that much better.
anyway, bill does one of his bursts through the front door. he stands by the garbage can, lights up a cigarette and blows it into the wind. he smirks. this entire display usually means he thinks he'll baffle me in another one of our discussions, which we hadn't had any of that night. he leans back and asks me what my ideal man would be.
"why, i don't know. hadn't much thought about it."
"let me tell you your ideal man."
so, he goes on to tell me about my ideals. he's correct, but that's only because he knows what characteristics i admire in others. he's a clever little irish cook.
anywho.
he describes a supposed perfect boyfriend, well, perfectly.
3 hours later, i get my first customers in god knows how long.
it's brad, a regular that comes in. he's funny and likes to bust our chops. he's one of the few regulars i like. brad has brought eric. smart. funny. sensitive. cute. charasmatic. we stood outside, talking about bill gates for 20 minutes, somehow arriving to the conclusion that he'd rather buy 80,000,000 $10 blow-up dolls, instead of taking over a different planet, which we think he could. we talk about J.R. tolken, star wars, vin diesel, jack black, movies and scientology.
i'm leaving around 7:30 AM, and we have one last cigarette. as i'm walking to my car, i hear something to the effect of, "uhm, excuse me." i turn, and it's eric, holding a cup of coffee and apologizing for stopping me on my way to my car.
yup. gave em my number.
which i like him even more for.
anyway. nothing might happen with him. you know. it just made my night that much better.