April 10, 2009

  • What’s your idea of the perfect date?

    He picks me up but lets me drive. We go to 7/11, procure Slurpees and compare brain freezes*; following cranial defrosting, we go to an olden-timey arcade and play Skee-Ball until my arm is sore*. We trade in the tickets we have accrued from said ball throwing for some sort of plasticky delight (preferably a guy with a parachute that we can throw) and leave.

    We go back to his place and bake cupcakes* (not a metaphor) and eat them until we either run out or feel like we may explode, take a post-baking power nap, wake up feeling too lazy to do anything else and spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out, talking, whatever.

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    * = I have actually done this on a date and it was splendid

    also, random, but if you remember my ranting about not liking “best” as an email signoff (see fourish entries ago), I was hoist with my own petard the other day – I had to email someone I didn’t really know and I was, like, what do I use?! Cheers? It stressed me out so I just wrote -Natalia. That works, right?

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