Craving General Tso's chicken and rice delivered right to my door sounded like a lovely dinner option. And really puts that going to the gym at 6 am tomorrow in perspective (yeah, 6am, color me crazy). Since my preferred Chinese restaurant is closed right now - they close during winter and summer break since there are so few students in town - I took a chance and called the other Chinese restaurant in town.
As an aside, it is ridiculous that I live in a city with only two Chinese restaurants that deliver.
So, I called and ordered some food (and a two-liter of Diet Coke, you know, just to be ironic), decided to watch Wedding Crashers instead of Ella Enchanted (shuddup, I like that movie, and Hugh Dancy is so pretty I want to cry), and burrow myself a nice little hole in the couch.
Some time goes by, the cat senses that food is on its way, and is at the door before I am when the delivery person arrives.
THE DELIVERY PERSON WAS THE CUTE BOY FROM NEW YEAR'S. THE ONE WHO OFFERED ME A RIDE HOME TWICE (I declined his offer because he was a stranger and, you know, my momma didn't raise no fool). THE CUTE BOY WITH THE NERDY GLASSES THAT MADE HIM CUTE ENOUGH TO MAKE ME WANT TO WRITE A PARAGRAPH IN ALL CAPS.
Let me just say that I'm glad I chose Wedding Crashers. I would not have been able to handle this if I had Ella Enchanted, what with the talking snake and Cary Elwes not looking like he did The Princess Bride, on the TV screen.
The conversation was kind of sad because 1) I was surprised, and that is not a time when I'm in best element and 2) I'm me so... yeah. As he was leaving, he told me to have a good dinner. I told him to do the same, then corrected myself, unless he hadn't had dinner yet then, in which case, I hope he has a good dinner.
Yes, I really did say all of that to him. Did I mention that I am unable to shut my mouth at times when I really should? After I babbled all of that, he may have invited me out to the bar tonight. I'm not really sure. We were talking across the parking lot and he said the name of one of the bars, but as a question. Like, do you go there often or, are you going there tonight?
Now I don't know what to do.
I mean, I'm not going out tonight. I can't, really. But, at the same time, this is all just weird. I mean, I see this guy on New Year's Eve - and I like to think that New Year's Eve is significant, in the same way I find Independence Day significant (sparkle and booze makes holidays significant for me) - then two times after that, just by sheer chance. And one time he's delivering Chinese food to my door? Come on. This is all just bizarre. In a super fun way.
I wonder where I'll see him next... if it's at a Hanson concert, I'm going to say it's meant to be.
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I live in a town with two Chinese restaurants, and neither one delivers.
That's just not right, not right at all. We have at least four Chinese restaurants, but only two deliver. And calling one of those a restaurant is kind of pushing it. We'll ignore that it's my favorite. :)
Girls like you and thoughts like this are one of the reasons I give out hugs. Take the chance next time hon, you're pretty and witty (wow, I'm a poet, and I don't know it), there's no reason why you two should scoff Hershey's and enjoy Hanson together. Maybe don't suggest the latter until QUITE some time into the future.
Stephen, you are becoming my new favorite person. If I see him again (and I'm actually enjoying the randomness of encountering him), I'm going to do something. This has all been too weird for me to think it's for nothing.
Yeah, I'll wait on mentioning the Hanson stuff. People should be eased into that, gently and slowly over an extended amount of time.
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