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ciroccojAte too much at East Side Mario's. Panna Cotta is sinfully delicious, though I kept wanting to call it Terra Cotta. Which is not the same thing at all.
My car has a big dent in it. ::sob::
I sound like I'm Twittering. Hm.
You know why I'm reluctant to actually do the Twitter thing? I figured it out. It reminds me too much of the only guy I ever actually dated - as in, I did some stuff with him that was kind of couple-ish, but we weren't a couple and never turned into one. All the other guys I went out with became actual boyfriends relatively quickly.
Anyway, he was in my year in computers, and I didn't know him very well but we got together outside of class a couple times and... see, the first time it sounded like slightly (endearingly) nervous small talk. The second time it just sounded like small talk. The third time we ended up spending a bit of time with his sister and I clued in: it was genetic.
Him: Hey, did you watch the Sens?
Her: Yeah, great game!
Him: I couldn't finish watching. Graphics exam.
Her: How'd you do?
Him: Pretty good. Hey, did you finish your Psych assignment?
Her: Yeah. Think I'll pass.
Him: Not like that PoliSci course?
Her: No. Oh, remember my PoliSci prof? He's going to McGill next year!
Him: Cool! I love Montreal.
Her: Me too. Nicer than Toronto, anyway. Toronto shopping sucks. So's Toronto traffic.
Him: The streets are better paved than Kingston, though. But we've got the waterfront.
Her: Wish there were beaches here. Good ones. Hey, we should go to Sandy Beach.
Him: After exams?
Her: Yeah.
Him: I'm also moving after exams.
Her: To where?
Him: North of Princess.
Her: Ooh, the scary part with the halfway houses?
Him: No, near the park.
Her: I'd love to live near a park.
Him: Unless it had too many day cares close to it.
Her: Ugh, noise. And kids.
Him: You know who had a kid? Shellie's sister!
Her: Wow. Isn't she like twenty-five?
Him: And she's starting a PhD.
Her: I could never do a PhD. Too much studying, not enough partying.
Him: Joshua's having a party next Friday.
Her: Cool!
It was like they were allergic to spending more than ten seconds on any given topic. Bizarre. Disorienting. And, ultimately, kinda boring. Despite the fact that he was kinda cute.
He also had unfortunate facial hair, Fu Manchu style. I started calling him Handlebar Man in my mind, and had to keep fighting the impulse to grab a napkin and try to scrub the thing off. But admitting that I lost interest because of the handlebar sounds kind of shallow, so I tell myself it was the lack of emotional and intellectual depth that did it. ::ahem::
My car has a big dent in it. ::sob::
I sound like I'm Twittering. Hm.
You know why I'm reluctant to actually do the Twitter thing? I figured it out. It reminds me too much of the only guy I ever actually dated - as in, I did some stuff with him that was kind of couple-ish, but we weren't a couple and never turned into one. All the other guys I went out with became actual boyfriends relatively quickly.
Anyway, he was in my year in computers, and I didn't know him very well but we got together outside of class a couple times and... see, the first time it sounded like slightly (endearingly) nervous small talk. The second time it just sounded like small talk. The third time we ended up spending a bit of time with his sister and I clued in: it was genetic.
Him: Hey, did you watch the Sens?
Her: Yeah, great game!
Him: I couldn't finish watching. Graphics exam.
Her: How'd you do?
Him: Pretty good. Hey, did you finish your Psych assignment?
Her: Yeah. Think I'll pass.
Him: Not like that PoliSci course?
Her: No. Oh, remember my PoliSci prof? He's going to McGill next year!
Him: Cool! I love Montreal.
Her: Me too. Nicer than Toronto, anyway. Toronto shopping sucks. So's Toronto traffic.
Him: The streets are better paved than Kingston, though. But we've got the waterfront.
Her: Wish there were beaches here. Good ones. Hey, we should go to Sandy Beach.
Him: After exams?
Her: Yeah.
Him: I'm also moving after exams.
Her: To where?
Him: North of Princess.
Her: Ooh, the scary part with the halfway houses?
Him: No, near the park.
Her: I'd love to live near a park.
Him: Unless it had too many day cares close to it.
Her: Ugh, noise. And kids.
Him: You know who had a kid? Shellie's sister!
Her: Wow. Isn't she like twenty-five?
Him: And she's starting a PhD.
Her: I could never do a PhD. Too much studying, not enough partying.
Him: Joshua's having a party next Friday.
Her: Cool!
It was like they were allergic to spending more than ten seconds on any given topic. Bizarre. Disorienting. And, ultimately, kinda boring. Despite the fact that he was kinda cute.
He also had unfortunate facial hair, Fu Manchu style. I started calling him Handlebar Man in my mind, and had to keep fighting the impulse to grab a napkin and try to scrub the thing off. But admitting that I lost interest because of the handlebar sounds kind of shallow, so I tell myself it was the lack of emotional and intellectual depth that did it. ::ahem::
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Date: 2009-03-15 03:52 am (UTC)"But wait! I had something cool to say about balloons! We can't be on rollerskates now!"
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Date: 2009-03-15 03:55 am (UTC)I love panna cotta. I'm craving it now. Thanks.
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Date: 2009-03-15 09:00 am (UTC)|Meduza|
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Date: 2009-03-15 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-18 03:40 am (UTC)I'm on Facebook, actually... thought I had you friended over there, but I don't go very often. It updates itself automatically from my lj, which is handy but means I miss most of the interaction.
::off to check if we're friended over there too::