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At first, Guy could not help but be astonished and shocked by how short, or witty if you will, that I was able to be in a second’s notice. He also could not help asking my collegues if I was this pessimistic and negative all the time. (which every collegue of mine thought was hilarious, though they played along. ) But as the night went on, not only did Guy begin to find my “personality” endearing, but more importantly uncompromisingly intriguing.
To make matters worse, instead of ignoring me, Guy began to play along.
Which I thought was cute.
AND, the first time I’d ever encountered this.
THIS WAS BIG.
By the end of the night, Guy and a collegue were choosing a food item to taste off the menu; and after giving an extensively negative review of every meal that I didn’t like and listing every reason that I didn’t like them, I was convinced Guy would have had enough.
But no. In fact, when it came time for him to tell me that he was choosing the pasta mia nona, I turned to him and said
“ Don’t you want to know what I think about that dish?”
And in the most endearing way, he looked straight through my eyes, and with a glimmer of intrigue on his countenance, he said,
“No, but I’m sure you are going to tell me”.
He didn’t turn away. He wasn’t turned off. He was intrigued.
I was intrigued.
As my shift was coming to a close, I notice Guy addressing himself in a manner suggesting that he were leaving. Being slightly panicked at the thought of our interesting interactions being finished, I looked at him and remarked “So I kept you company while you ate, and you aren’t going to do the same for me?”. He smiled at me and said, “ Are you wanting me to stay and keep you company”. I replied, “that’s not what I said”. Smiling, he responded with, “I’ll be sitting at the bar waiting for you.”
As quickly as humanly possible, within mere minutes actually, I finished my side work, cashed out, ordered a salad and made a mad dash for my car to change into a tshirt.
During the 60 seconds in my car, I managed to reapply under eye concealer in an attempt to make myself appear “bright”, reapplied a second (or third) coat of mascara, a dab of chapstick and a splash of japanese cherry blossom body spray.
I ran almost all of the way back to the door, but managed to stop a few feet from the restaurant entrance in order to gain my composure and my breath. I walked in with an air of confidence all around me, walked straight up to Guy and said, “is this seat taken?”. Twirling his seat around to face me, wearing an enormously huge and quite possibly the cutest smile I’d ever seen, he said “oh I don’t know. I think someone might be sitting here.” I said “OOH, I’m sorry. Let me try this once more.” Backing up a few feet, I proceeded to approach the seat again, look right at it and remark, “Oh look, a seat. Guess this one’s for me”, as I placed my purse in order to mark what was mine.
With a tiny bit of a boyish giggle, He looked at me and said, “well that was fast”. Not quite understanding, I asked “What was fast?” “You finished your side work and everything and then magically changed all within a few moments. Anxious to get out here with me?”, He said. “No not at all, I just happen to be hungry”, an appropriate answer considering the fact that I was quite famished and also didn’t want to look desperate or needy.
We sat there side by side with a few seconds of silence between us, I glanced over simply to admire this man as he sat there beside me, tracing and retracing the rim of his glass. My salad arrived, I took two bites, offered him one with a refusal and then proceeded to whirl my bar stool around so as to place my complete attention in his direction. “So”, I said, “we are going to play twenty questions. And this isn’t an option”. With a smirk and a twinkle that resignated in those hazel eyes, he said “I figured there wouldn’t be”.
It was at this time, that I even began to surprise myself. Usually when in the presence of a particularly attractive male, I find that my verbal reaction time is at minimum, cut in half. But no, at this moment I found it like breathing to be able to come up with question after ridiculous question at a mili-second’s notice.
“Have you ever or would you ever watch an episode of the golden girls?”
“(in awe) What?”
“Have you ever or would you ever watch an episode of CSI?”
“There are too many now, they are everywhere!”
“If you could be a cat, dog or a donkey, which would you be?”
“A donkey? Really? Are you serious? ( I nod) Well I love dogs, but I have two cats, so I’d have to say a cat”
Laughing, I said “two cats? You have two cats? Isn’t that a little afeminite and quite possible homosexual? What are you, a fourty-year old bag lady?”
“Hey, don’t knock cats. I love cats, they are great. I love all animals, I just happen to have two cats. And they are two ladies that love me.”
“What are their names? That says a lot about a person and about their pet”
“Their names are Karma and Alf”
(Laughing even more so) “Karma and Alf? Wait, is the one named Karma like ‘what goes around, comes around’-type karma?”
“Well actually, it’s so I can say ‘ GOOOOD KARMA! BAAAAD KARMA!”
(Laughing still increasing) “And wait, is the other named Alf like the puppet from outer space?”
“You watched that show? (laughing) Oh man, I loved that show!”
“Ok, next question, who’s your favorite family guy character and why?”
“Hmmm… (thinking), I’d have to say the black guy”
Assuming that he didn’t actually watch the show and was just trying to come up with an answer, I shot back, “Seriously? The ‘black’ guy? What the heck? Do you even watch the show You must not know the characters.”
“Yes I watch the show. Listen, you tell me who your favorite character”
“Ok, that’s easy, Stewie”
“So you think I don’t know my characters, and I think you are conforming to the character that everyone chooses. I’m simply trying to be different and choose a lesser-known character.”
*Update: this guy is nice, but uses excuses like "i don't get cellphone service at work" in response to his not returning technological contact for two weeks.
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