In which we learn the most important of reminders by overhearing a story at the bar
Pepperoncinnis has re-opened after a long 'kitchen fire' induced hiatus. On Tuesdays, they have five dollar cheese pizzas. On days where a 'game' is playing they have 25 cent wings (tonight the Celtics were on the tele). On Tuesdays they also have free pool, and free music on the juke box. So we were very glad to hear that they were open again, and tonight we went and helped BB do two things.
a)don't think about his car troubles
b)relax and not contact a girl who he's been floating in the stratosphere about
The story alluded to in our title doesn't deal with my car. And while there might be other important lessons to come away from an overheard conversation at a bar, (lick, shoot, lime in that order; or the toilet is overflowing; or a penny is not a tip) The story we come away from goes like this:
a young lady is telling a guy and the female bartender about this guy...
"and we've been only like TWO dates! and he just keeps texting me. and I'm like whatever, so he KEEPS texting me. and finally I'm like I can't do this, this is too much too soon and he replies with I'm not even into you like that. what's your problem?!"
I'm mesmerized and spell bound, and they notice I'm listening. and say. "I'm just listening... please continue."
and the young lady starts filling me in on more of the details. dude is texting three or four times a day with no reply. dude is like 'man I'm worried about. I'm going to come over. dude is like sorry I don't do pot (and the young lady has to interrupt herself to tell me that she doesn't do pot. In the meantime, I think the guy she's with is getting irritated. I'm not sure if he's the 'caring friend' or the 'friend with a crush' or the 'current date'. It was a little boorish of me to just barge into the conversation. I was doing it mostly to hear her side and REMIND myself.
Don't go crazy on the affection, attention, and ... (I need another A word here for a nice alliterative acclimatization)... I got nothing.
I'm pretty sure that text messaging, and instant messaging cause HUGE problems in the normal ebb and flow that is the 'getting to know you' process. Like hey we had a date.. and now all day at work x person can just jabber jaw away at Y person. Sometimes it can be good. sometimes it can be... too much-too soon. I've done the jabber jawing and I've done the (oh god, please shut up)ing. I'll post up something more in depth on this when I've chewed on it.
But it was a good lesson to re-learn through the lens of an overheard conversation at the bar.
Pepperoncinnis has re-opened after a long 'kitchen fire' induced hiatus. On Tuesdays, they have five dollar cheese pizzas. On days where a 'game' is playing they have 25 cent wings (tonight the Celtics were on the tele). On Tuesdays they also have free pool, and free music on the juke box. So we were very glad to hear that they were open again, and tonight we went and helped BB do two things.
a)don't think about his car troubles
b)relax and not contact a girl who he's been floating in the stratosphere about
The story alluded to in our title doesn't deal with my car. And while there might be other important lessons to come away from an overheard conversation at a bar, (lick, shoot, lime in that order; or the toilet is overflowing; or a penny is not a tip) The story we come away from goes like this:
a young lady is telling a guy and the female bartender about this guy...
"and we've been only like TWO dates! and he just keeps texting me. and I'm like whatever, so he KEEPS texting me. and finally I'm like I can't do this, this is too much too soon and he replies with I'm not even into you like that. what's your problem?!"
I'm mesmerized and spell bound, and they notice I'm listening. and say. "I'm just listening... please continue."
and the young lady starts filling me in on more of the details. dude is texting three or four times a day with no reply. dude is like 'man I'm worried about. I'm going to come over. dude is like sorry I don't do pot (and the young lady has to interrupt herself to tell me that she doesn't do pot. In the meantime, I think the guy she's with is getting irritated. I'm not sure if he's the 'caring friend' or the 'friend with a crush' or the 'current date'. It was a little boorish of me to just barge into the conversation. I was doing it mostly to hear her side and REMIND myself.
Don't go crazy on the affection, attention, and ... (I need another A word here for a nice alliterative acclimatization)... I got nothing.
I'm pretty sure that text messaging, and instant messaging cause HUGE problems in the normal ebb and flow that is the 'getting to know you' process. Like hey we had a date.. and now all day at work x person can just jabber jaw away at Y person. Sometimes it can be good. sometimes it can be... too much-too soon. I've done the jabber jawing and I've done the (oh god, please shut up)ing. I'll post up something more in depth on this when I've chewed on it.
But it was a good lesson to re-learn through the lens of an overheard conversation at the bar.
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That manifesto needs to be printed on a shirt or a card I can hand to strangers. Sheesh.
You, my dear, are an exception, of course.
*hugs*