eat me.
so when is it a date and when is it just hanging out? are there quasi-dates? is that what i went on last night? hm... i feel like a poor man's carrie bradshaw. anyway, maybe it was supposed to be a date but it sure didn't end up being one.
...after the bar (lovely hole in the wall, great carpeting, terrible jukebox) we went to denny's and stared at the menu and didn't know what to do because the deep-frier went all defective on their asses. so we just left, and parted ways in the parking lot. just a coffee and a see you later. no kiss, no onion rings, no how.
my next date will be breaded, wrapped in bacon, and slathered in cheese. with a diet coke.
...after the bar (lovely hole in the wall, great carpeting, terrible jukebox) we went to denny's and stared at the menu and didn't know what to do because the deep-frier went all defective on their asses. so we just left, and parted ways in the parking lot. just a coffee and a see you later. no kiss, no onion rings, no how.
my next date will be breaded, wrapped in bacon, and slathered in cheese. with a diet coke.
posted by paultoes at 4:25 PM
4 Comments:
beautiful.
I'm glad you'll be getting the diet coke. Sorry things didn't work out though.
There is something profound about your juxtaposition with no kissing and no onion rings... if you had shared some rings, would the kiss have happened, because neither of you would have been self-conscious about onion breath? Just a thought.
a defective deep frier.I'm surprised they didnt shut down. And true on the thought about no onion breath Manders.
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