Instead of watching hulu, I'll make some drama
"Will you be hanging around for long? I need to get back to work."
"No, no. I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I though if I caught you before too late, we could stop by a cafe on the way and grab a fruit tart or something. Then you can head over to your meeting."
"Yeah, sure. I guess that works."
...
"Do you know what it means? Do you know what it means that I'm twisted inside like this?"
"It means you are confused. You don't know what you want."
"I don't know what I want? Oh, my goodness, I'm going to be sick."
"I mean, maybe you think you know what you want, or you think you want what you are supposed to want, but that's not what you really want."
"I don't like this. Why can't it be simpler? Why does it hurt to think?"
...
John walked over to the counter where dishes from last night's dinner party crowded out his thinking. He picked up a fork out of a half eaten dried up piece of lasagna. He leaned over the bowl. Grain by grain he moved the ricotta cheese from off the lasagna shell over to the dish edge that was stained with balsamic vinegar.
His roommate blasted him from behind, "Are you going to do those dishes? Or, just fiddle with the roach bait? Really? Are you trying to start an infestation?"
...
"I thought, I thought that maybe you were with him already."
"I mean, yeah, I guess I am. That doesn't make a difference, though, right?"
"A difference? A difference about what? No, I was just asking because I thought that you were traveling down to DC by yourself and I had told you before that I would go. It's fun to visit DC. I mean as long as you have a free place to stay and are with people who have already seen all of the touristy stuff."
"Yeah. Oh, yeah, I remember now. Right, right. Never mind what I said. My mouth is like black hole sometimes. It makes the weirdest connections in the time-space continuum."
"Hey, don't get cheeky, I mean geeky, with me sister. Ha! Right? That's cute. Who else but computer programmers makes references to astronomical phenomenon?"
...
It was number two. She didn't much remember why she could remember that, but he seemed pleased with her. She didn't understand why they were eating at Wendy's. She knew they had eaten there before and she remembered his ordering a number two off the value menu. Was that really what this was about? He was testing her? What was going on? Why was she letting herself be tested over fast food dining preferences?
"Next time, we'll go to Arby's," he added, confounding her even further.
Wasn't he the guy that charted human rights violations at detainment facilities in Russia and eastern Europe? Was he really challenging her to an eating contest of curly fries? I always eat the fries first. For some reason, I'm not so hungry for the fries after I eat the sandwich. Was that a smirk or an oblivious smile? She couldn't tell the difference. She had spent the last decade learning about real cuisine, healthy cooking options, and training herself to eat what was good for her. She mumbled under her breath, What am I doing here?
"No, no. I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I though if I caught you before too late, we could stop by a cafe on the way and grab a fruit tart or something. Then you can head over to your meeting."
"Yeah, sure. I guess that works."
...
"Do you know what it means? Do you know what it means that I'm twisted inside like this?"
"It means you are confused. You don't know what you want."
"I don't know what I want? Oh, my goodness, I'm going to be sick."
"I mean, maybe you think you know what you want, or you think you want what you are supposed to want, but that's not what you really want."
"I don't like this. Why can't it be simpler? Why does it hurt to think?"
...
John walked over to the counter where dishes from last night's dinner party crowded out his thinking. He picked up a fork out of a half eaten dried up piece of lasagna. He leaned over the bowl. Grain by grain he moved the ricotta cheese from off the lasagna shell over to the dish edge that was stained with balsamic vinegar.
His roommate blasted him from behind, "Are you going to do those dishes? Or, just fiddle with the roach bait? Really? Are you trying to start an infestation?"
...
"I thought, I thought that maybe you were with him already."
"I mean, yeah, I guess I am. That doesn't make a difference, though, right?"
"A difference? A difference about what? No, I was just asking because I thought that you were traveling down to DC by yourself and I had told you before that I would go. It's fun to visit DC. I mean as long as you have a free place to stay and are with people who have already seen all of the touristy stuff."
"Yeah. Oh, yeah, I remember now. Right, right. Never mind what I said. My mouth is like black hole sometimes. It makes the weirdest connections in the time-space continuum."
"Hey, don't get cheeky, I mean geeky, with me sister. Ha! Right? That's cute. Who else but computer programmers makes references to astronomical phenomenon?"
...
It was number two. She didn't much remember why she could remember that, but he seemed pleased with her. She didn't understand why they were eating at Wendy's. She knew they had eaten there before and she remembered his ordering a number two off the value menu. Was that really what this was about? He was testing her? What was going on? Why was she letting herself be tested over fast food dining preferences?
"Next time, we'll go to Arby's," he added, confounding her even further.
Wasn't he the guy that charted human rights violations at detainment facilities in Russia and eastern Europe? Was he really challenging her to an eating contest of curly fries? I always eat the fries first. For some reason, I'm not so hungry for the fries after I eat the sandwich. Was that a smirk or an oblivious smile? She couldn't tell the difference. She had spent the last decade learning about real cuisine, healthy cooking options, and training herself to eat what was good for her. She mumbled under her breath, What am I doing here?
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