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The non-date

Last night I went out with Morgan, the girl who came into the art supply store. The one who is basically my dream girl. The one who has a boyfriend. And it wasn’t a date. So yeah…

I picked her up on campus and we arrived fashionably late to the art opening. The artist was a woman named Lynn Boggess. Her work was really good, lots of impressive textures and colors, and for being loose and impressionistic paintings, an amazing attention to detail. We walked around and took it all in, and Morgan told me a bit about her life by relating the paintings to scenes she grew up seeing in her previous hometowns.  I grabbed some fruit and a glass of wine and we continued talking, somehow managing to touch on childhood, dating, alcoholism, religion, and Existentialism. The more we talked the more I realized that she is incredibly intelligent and pretty knowledgable about a variety of things.

After a little while she suggested we should walk around. We wandered around town with no particular destination or agenda for a while. I got a text message, (more on that later) and when I pulled my phone out to look she asked if I had to be somewhere. I assured her I didn’t, I was just looking to see who texted me, but I wouldn’t be rude to her and reply. I eventually did reply, but I wasn’t rude about it. We roamed around a bit more until she decided she wanted coffee. We went to Izzy’s and hung out for a while, until it appeared they were trying to close and we were the reason they were still open. I took her to The One Stop and showed her my art, giving a lot of background info. We left and began to wander again, until I got hungry and suggested we stop for food. She had already eaten, so basically she drank a glass of water and watched me eat a few slices of pizza at Barley’s.

Our conversation drifted all over the place. We talked about the usual stuff one would talk about on a non-date, but we also got into some really deep shit. She’s a very open person, and she didn’t have much of a problem with telling me a lot of things from her past. We spent a lot of time comparing experiences and battle scars. Maybe it was because I knew this wasn’t a date and I wasn’t trying to win her over, but I was unusually open about a lot of personal stuff. In a lot of ways we’re very much on the same page, and everything just felt right. I told her that I wasn’t expecting anything to change, I wouldn’t sit around hoping that she breaks up with her boyfriend. I didn’t want to cause any drama, and I was perfectly fine knowing that we might never be more than just friends. But that she was amazing, and that if anything ever did change, I wanted to be on the shortlist of potential future boyfriends. She said that I was sweet, and took it as a challenge to prove that I didn’t know her well enough and she wasn’t worthy of all the worship I had thrown at her feet. The funny thing is that nothing she told me changed my opinion of her one bit, so yeah.

I eventually replied to that text message, and she decided to turn off the ringer on her phone. She dug through her purse but couldn’t find it, and realized she had left it in the coffee shop. She schemed of ways her car-less self would get it back on a Sunday when the busses don’t run, and I alerted her to the fact that it was 11:30. Neither one of us had realized it, but we had been sitting in Barley’s for over two hours. I drove her home and told her to let me know if she found her phone. She sent me a text message this afternoon telling me she found it, and we basically texted the whole day. All in all it was a wonderful evening, and as crazy as it may sound, I think I’ve found something really special here. We might never be more than friends, but I feel like we connected on a very deep level, and I feel very close to her. This could be the start of a really great friendship.

But yeah, so back to that text message. I met a girl on Plenty Of Fish a few days ago who seems somewhat promising. She’s into philosophy and seems really intelligent. She’s also pretty cute. We emailed back and forth a few times and then she asked if I wanted to text sometime. I gave her my number, and wouldn’t you know it, she finally texts me while I’m on my non-date. I told her I was out and I’d get back to her when I got home. It was almost midnight when I finally got home, and I was afraid she might be asleep. I texted her anyway, and she replied promptly. We messaged each other for about an hour or so, and then I finally had to get some sleep. We decided to get together, but I’m not sure when yet. I messaged her tonight when I got home from work but never got a reply. I feel like there’s some potential here, and I’m sure she has a legit reason for not responding. I guess I’ll have to find out!

So that was my eventful night. If I can quit yawning I’m going to read the next section in my class, and then probably hit the sack. I’m definitely behind on sleep. The End.

 

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Updates on The Shit Test

As some of you might remember from my previous blog, I’ve decided to go The Shit Test with my love life. What is The Shit Test, you ask? That’s when you throw a bunch of shit against the wall and see what sticks.

The other night I was talking to my friend Lucie on Facebook, and we talked about getting together. She goes to Western, which is about an hour’s drive from me. When I was at work yesterday she texted me and asked if I was serious about coming up there. I was having a somewhat crappy day, so I figured why not. I was working until 8:00 and she had a night class that didn’t get out until 9:00, so we both knew this would be a late night. And of course the universe decided it should pour rain, which always seems to happen when we hang out.

It was about 9:30 when I finally got there, soaking wet. We took her roommate to campus so she could do some laundry and we got pizza. After that we came back and watched a movie on her laptop until her roommate was finished with her laundry and we had to go pick her up. After that we just kinda sat around talking, mostly randomness. Around 2:30 we were both about to fall asleep, but I didn’t bring anything, so I decided to drive home. It was close to 4:00 when I got home, and I wound up sleeping until around 1:30 this afternoon.

For the most part it was a pretty uneventful evening – two friends goofing off, cursing the rain, watching Stepbrothers, eating pizza, etc. But in a way, it was a lot more. Ever since that night last week when she told me that she really liked me when we first met, I’ve been questioning things. Is it better to go with the sure thing, even if you’re not sure you still want it? Or do you continue to pursue the unknown, which you think you want? Last night was a lot of fun, but that’s about all it was. I didn’t feel any sparks, I didn’t feel any urge to push things further. I realized that she’s a great friend, but that’s more than likely all we’re meant to be. And I’m perfectly fine with that. In fact, it actually feels pretty good knowing that. I’m assuming she feels the same way, because she didn’t try to push things either. We’re better off this way, we make pretty awesome friends.

Today, after my epic sleep, I went to the store and the laundromat. I bumped into a former roommate at the laundromat and we got caught up, it was kinda cool. Then while my clothes were washing I decided to finally quit being a pussy and call Kat. There’s a concert on Thursday that I’m probably going to, and I’ve toyed around with the idea of inviting her. I wasn’t sure she’d pick up, I feel like she’s kept her distance and I’m not sure how to read that. But lo and behold, she did pick up. She was out with her friends, so we didn’t talk for long, but it was a pretty good chat. She said no to the concert, too short notice. But she was very warm and friendly, it felt like she genuinely missed talking to me. She’s going out of town this weekend so she’s been working almost every day. I told her to let me know when she was free and we would figure something out. I’ll probably call her early next week and see what her schedule is like. I’m realizing actually calling is better with her than texting. But yeah, hopefully we’ll be able to get together again soon.

So yeah. I got some questions answered. Something didn’t stick. The jury is still out on the rest. I think I have a clearer idea what I want and how to go about it. And I guess that’s about it.

 

So my date last night with Lauren never happened. Sometime around 1:00 in the afternoon she sends me a text saying she won’t be able to make it out, that I’m a nice guy, but she “just isn’t feeling it” and doesn’t want to lead me on. I’m not exactly sure where that came from. She gave me every indication that she enjoying going out with me, even going as far as to say after our last date that if she wasn’t feeling sick she would kiss me. Perhaps I’m old-fashioned, but that sounds a bit like leading me on – say you would kiss me, arrange for a third date, and then merely hours before cancel.

I seem to have very similar experiences with nearly every girl I date. Things appear to be going well, and they give no outward indication otherwise, then randomly either say they don’t feel anything, or just stop returning my texts and phone calls. The weird thing is that this has only been my experience with girls close to my own age. I’ve dated several girls who were quite a bit younger than I, and they had no problem being upfront about things. It’s only when I date within my immediate age group (for the sake of argument we’ll say 25-40) do I encounter women who want to play stupid games. While there are exceptions to every rule, and I realize this is a potentially offensive stereotype, my experience has been that if a woman is over 25 and not in some kind of relationship, there’s a damn good reason why. At the risk of sounding creepy, I think I’ll stick with the youngins, I seem to have better luck with them.

But anyways… in a lot of ways it was a blessing in disguise. My day was already busy enough without having to fit in a date. My wallet is already empty enough without a fancy dinner at an expensive French restaurant that I might not even have liked. And as unlikely as it seemed when I got that text, I actually wound up having a much better evening than I likely would have had…

I went to 51 Grill and tried their new NY style pizza, which was actually quite good, and very cheap. When I got home my neighbors were hanging out and I struck up a conversation with them. Michelle had a kitten, but decided to give it back because he evidently missed his sister kitty and was too needy for her to give him the time he needs. But last night she had that kitten, and his sister. Her friend kept them both and since they were already hanging out, decided to bring them by. I’m not crazy about cats, and they kill my allergies, but kittens are adorable. But the real treat of the night was meeting Michelle’s friend, oddly enough named Kat. We started chatting and as the night went on it was basically us talking to each other and not so much all of the other people who were there. We really hit it off, she’s very much my type, and I think there could be some chemistry there. The next time I see Michelle I’m going to ask if her friend is single, and if so, perhaps I’ll try my luck. The worst that could happen is I’m back to where I am right now – single and frustrated. I think I’ll take my chances and see what happens.

In other news, I got my prints back from Henco today. They look decent, but that’s more my fault than theirs. Most of them were originally scanned at a relatively low DPI, so blowing them up made things fuzzy and grainy. I was tempted to re-scan them before I brought them there, but most had already been framed and I just didn’t want to go through all the trouble of taking them apart and framing them again. But I’m sure no one else will really care, I’m just a perfectionist. I’m about to start putting together my little bags-o-prints and pricing them, then I need to make some tags for my originals. I found a guy on Reddit who is going to photograph some of my canvas pieces for only $5 a shot (compared to the $30 I spent last time).

Basically I’m just tying up loose ends now, Saturday is the big day. And if you feel like doing a little reading, I was recently interviewed for the local blog Ashvegas. But that’s about it for now, tomorrow is another busy day…

 

I have good news and bad news. Well, let’s start with the good. My business cards came today. Check it, yo.

I blurred my phone number, simply because I have no idea who reads this blog and I don’t feel like getting random calls from random freaks. Crap. Maybe I should have blurred my email address too. Just kidding. But yeah so, I’m pretty happy with how they turned out. Now hopefully I can get them in the right hands and get some business because of it.

Also good, I ordered pizza from Asheville Pizza and Brewing, and my neighbor is awesome. To understand these two things, we have to discuss the bad.

My car broke down again. Ironically enough, I called the shop where I took it last week to see if they had gotten their computer scanner yet (they haven’t.) I then set about on my day. As I’m exiting the interstate to go to Amazing Savings and get some groceries, I lose power. They came and towed me, looked at my car a little, and then gave me a ride home. They said they’ll call me when they figure out what might be doing it. I’m starting to wonder if it’s a sensor or something. Hopefully something cheap!

So here I was, my busy day of errands thwarted by a piece of shit car. I was about to carry my hamper of clothes across the street to Bar Of Soap, but my awesome neighbor Angela let me drive her car over there. When I got home I didn’t feel like cooking, so I ordered a pizza and watched How I Met Your Mother. Which brings us to now. I’m kinda tired, I’ve had a headache almost all day, and I’m bored. Awesome, huh? Well, might as well blog about it.

 

Last night I got together with my new friend Lucie. We went down the street to Circle In The Square and got a pizza and then came back to my place to watch a movie and eat said pizza. As anyone who knows me can attest to, I have a lot of DVD’s. I think the proper terminology might be “shitload,” but we won’t squabble over specifics. The point is, when presented with said shitload of DVD’s, Lucie almost immediately says “I want to watch Life Of Brian.” So watch it we did. And pretty much quote every scene before it happened.

After the movie ended we got to talking about Monty Python and British humour (see what I did there?) in general, and then comes the startling revelation that she had never seen any episodes of Fawlty Towers. I decided to make haste in rectifying that unfortunate situation and went for the full-scale indoctrination that is The Germans, quite possibly the funniest half hour ever committed to celluloid. She laughed uncontrollably for most of it, squeaking and squealing and holding her stomach in agony. A good time was had.

We decided to end it after that episode and leave the rest of the series for another time. We spent the rest of the night talking about all sorts of random things, most commonly politics, religion, and music. I played her a few of my songs and we chatted some more, until we realized what time it was. She finally left around 1:30 or so, and I headed off to bed. But my good ol’ lactose intolerance didn’t like that idea, and decided that four slices of pizza was reason enough to keep me up until after 3:00. I had a pretty hard time getting out of bed this morning, and once my energy drink wore off I sleepwalked through the rest of my workday. The plan tonight is to get to bed realllllllly early, so on that note I’ll end this and attempt to stick to the plan.

 

I spotted this guy downtown yesterday on my lunch break and thought it was too good of a photo-op to pass up…

 

 

Also, while I’m posting pictures… Charlie sent me a picture of the pizza from last night. Bask in its epicness…

 

 

*sniff*

Being sick sucks.

I woke up Friday feeling pretty bad, and felt bad most of the day. I woke up Saturday feeling much improved. I went out with my friend and had a pretty good time. But the pizza place screwed up and put sausage on my half. It was under the cheese and not very flavorful, so by the time I saw a piece and realized it I had already eaten two slices. I ended up getting really sick to my stomach, which probably depleted my body of nutrients and electrolytes. When I woke up Sunday morning I felt worse, and felt pretty bad all day at work. I ended up working part of my shift by myself and was just in a pissy mood all day. I’ll most likely call in tomorrow and take advantage of two days in a row of nothing to do. Some sleep would definitely do me some good.

The entire day wasn’t bad however. Duke lost again. At home. I’m really pumped for game Wednesday night. A win over Duke would be a nice redemption for Carolina after their embarrassing performance at Florida State a while back. But if Duke manages to beat Carolina, that would put Florida State in sole possession of first place in the ACC. Did anyone think that was even remotely possible a few months ago? Crazy.

And I guess that’s about it for now. I’ll attempt to make my next blog more interesting, I promise.