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same time. This is a marked improvement over Aaron, who you will recall had a problem
with that. I wonder if Dolly has noticed it yet. Also, John does not look at his watch while
the movie is running. This was one of Aaron's most annoying habits. Then I notice that John
does not even wear a watch. Definitely an improvement over Aaron, who not only wore one but
checked it obsessively every twenty minutes.
21:30-22:00
We walk over to Brothers Barbecue and discover that it, like most popular Manhattan
eateries, has been overrun by out-of-towners. There is a two hour wait for a table. I
suggest we go for a slice at Joe's, which as you know has the best pizza in the city. On
the way, John tells amusing anecdote about his brother and a drunken midnight pilgrimage
to Joe's. I say I did not know he had a brother, and then he says he meant a fraternity
brother. This is upsetting: I don't know if I ever told you that after a particularly
embarrassing incident involving a Delta Upsilon and a sock back when I was in college, I
vowed never again to date another frat guy. Then I remembered that this was not a date, but
a friendly outing like you suggested, and I was able to relax again.
22:30-24:00
Pizza consumed standing up because there is no place to sit. While we eat, I relate
amusing anecdote about how one time I ran into Gwyneth Paltrow at Joe's, and she
ordered a slice with veggies and sauce but no cheese! This leads to discussion about my
job, and how much I want to write features. It turns out John has been reading Page Ten,
and admires my sprightly but pithy style! Those were the words he used! Sprightly! And
pithy! I am sprightly and pithy, aren't I? So then I tried to talk to him about his job.
I thought I could subtly find out the truth about that whole nipple thing.
But he didn't want to talk about himself at all! He just wanted to know where I went to
college, and stuff like that. He kept asking all these questions about Lansing. As if that's
interesting! Although I did my best to make it interesting. I told him about the time the
Hell's Angels came to town, and of course about the tornado that took out the middle
school's cafeteria (unfortunately during summer, so we didn't even get out of going to
class). Finally, I ran out of steam and suggested we head home. But on our way to the subway, we
passed a bar where live blues were being played! You know I can't resist the blues. I don't know
if he saw me looking wistful or what, but he went, Let's go in.
When I saw there was a $15 cover and two drink minimum I was like, No, we don't have
to, but he said he'd buy the drinks if I paid the cover, which I thought was very decent
because you know those places charge like ten bucks just for a beer, and so we went in
and I got a second wind and had a very fun time and drank beer and ate peanuts and threw
the shells on the floor and then the band took a break and we realized it was midnight and
we were both like, Oh, my God! Paco! So we rushed home--we split a cab, which was expensive,
but at that time of night was much faster than the subway--and got home before any major
accidents or howling had occurred, and I said good night by the elevator, and he said we should
do it again sometime, and I said I would love that and that he knows how to reach me, and then I
went into my apartment and took a shower to wash all the smoke from the bar out of my hair,
and Febrezed my new dress. You will note that no passes were made (by either party) and that
everything was very friendly and above board and mature.
And now I hope you are ashamed of yourself for all the mean things you thought about
him because he is really very sweet and funny and wore the nicest jeans I ever saw, not