Back from having Graeter's ice cream with Liese S. and her not-imaginary DH!!! We talked all about their work, and the challenges it presents, and segued into talking about writing and politics and books and how good the ice cream was. A thoroughly enjoyable time. I wanted to keep them.
As always, pictures were had. (Liese has a cool new haircut, which I documented specifically for Hec, because I am just that kind of a friend.)
Me and Liese in Graeter's (note the neon ice-cream cone in the background).
Liese's cool new hair. It's a dramatically angled bob clipped close at the nape, with great swingy movement -- it's similar to Anne's swanky haircut, but shorter.
Yes, the DH is real, and not some actor hired to play the part.
I hope you are all properly jealous of me. Neener!
Um, yeah, also -- not obsessing, or anything, but --
Potential Umfriend maybe-date called and left a message while I was out with Liese, saying that we'd talked about seeing Hitchhiker's Guide, and he was busy tonight but Friday or Saturday would work and I should call him.
So I called him, and the conversation was, roughly:
Me: "So....movie?"
Him: "Yeah, movie."
Me: "Tomorrow?"
Him: "Tomorrow's good."
Me: "Right on."
Him: "I'll call you tomorrow, then."
(I am perhaps paraphrasing a bit.) And I'm totally doing the Girl Thing of reading VOLUMES into that teeny tiny short conversation; nay, I'm reading volumes into the *fact* that it was a short conversation, never mind the content.
Remind me that guys are more straightforward than that, please? And that if he didn't want to go, he wouldn't have called? That no one makes plans with someone out of duty/pity? That sometimes, a phone call is just a phone call?
My insanity thanks you.
Guys are more straightforward than that.
If he didn't want to go, he wouldn't have called.
No one makes plans with someone out of duty/pity.
A phone call is just a phone call.
Okay, now make me believe you mean it.
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Note: the crazy lies with me not believing, NOT with you sounding like you don't mean it.
All your crazy are belong to me.
A phone call is just a phone call.
Except when it's a cigar.
Except when it's a cigar.
See, *that* would be okay....
tommyrot, you're a guy. I'm trying to overanalyze this, aren't I? I should chill, yes?
He called you, teppy. That speaks volumes. I'm jealous of you having ice cream with Liese & her DH.
This reminds me of the Tick. "Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spin on that baby, or evil will make an interception!"
Dude! I must tag!
I'm trying to overanalyze this, aren't I? I should chill, yes?
Yes. And yes.
He's probably busy at the moment, and figures that the two of you will have plenty of time for long, meaningful conversation very soon....
Remind me that guys are more straightforward than that, please? And that if he didn't want to go, he wouldn't have called? That no one makes plans with someone out of duty/pity? That sometimes, a phone call is just a phone call?
Steph, guys are more straightforward than that. Except for me, obviously, as my plans to score a date have taken on the proportions of the D-Day landing, to the extent of referring to first dates as 'beachheads' and codenaming the whole enterprise "Operation Boompty Boompty".
I should probably stop putting that in the email headings.
