Adventures in Company
Yesterday I went out for lunch with my boyman (I call him a boyman because we haven't become officiously engaged in a relationship).
After a gut filling meal at the Mandarin we wandered on over to the Toys 'R 'Us to wander the aisles in boredom. He grabbed up a basketball, saying we were going to play later, which was fine by me... except that I was the fat kid growing up and have grown to be a little resistant to playing sports because of my many tauntings in gym class.
But that's besides the point. It seemed that my agreeing to play basketball with him had gotten him excited, and we both were in a playful mood that day (we were, afterall, in Toys R Us), so we temporarily became that couple in a store that walk around poking fun at eachother and teasing eachother.
It was around the time that he made some comments about my enjoying a certain aspect of the bedroom that a little old lady appeared from the aisle we were just turning into. it was from this little old lady, having suddenly learned that the young lady standing before her had probably done some inappropriate things with the boy behind her, that I received a very particular... look.
I've always been a bit proud of my ability to have awkward things happen at awkward times in such a manner only appropriate for sitcoms. I attract these things. For instance, a couple weeks ago I went into BMO to get some money out. it was after hours, so the main part of the bank was closed, leaving just that little room with the ATM open. I was in there with another woman, and we both finished at the same time and went to leave..
only to discover we were locked in.
If you ever watched friends, you will surely be reminded of the episode where the power goes out and Chandler is trapped in a bank vestibule with a gorgeous woman.
In my group of friends, I'm chandler, so it was hilarious that this chandler moment had happened, albeit the woman I was trapped with was far from gorgeous.
We faught with the door for a bit and eventually figured out that if we hit the big button that opens the door for wheelchairs, the door would open, and thus it did. We were free, and I had yet another Chandler moment under my belt.
So of COURSE I go into a childs toy store, have my boyman talk dirty to me only to turn around to see a little old lady looking at me with such disappointment and disgust. it must have taken all of her to keep from lecturing me on the sanctity of marriage.
A good day, all in all. We eventually went back to his place, where basketball failed to occur and instead we fulfilled our teasings from the toy store. A good day indeed.
--- A bit of an update on my life:
Third year Psychology is decent. I have my own tiny apartment downtown Toronto. I have lost much weight. I hate my job (cashier at shoppers), even though it's new, and I like someone. a fair bit. And I'm wearing his sweater because he left it here.
After a gut filling meal at the Mandarin we wandered on over to the Toys 'R 'Us to wander the aisles in boredom. He grabbed up a basketball, saying we were going to play later, which was fine by me... except that I was the fat kid growing up and have grown to be a little resistant to playing sports because of my many tauntings in gym class.
But that's besides the point. It seemed that my agreeing to play basketball with him had gotten him excited, and we both were in a playful mood that day (we were, afterall, in Toys R Us), so we temporarily became that couple in a store that walk around poking fun at eachother and teasing eachother.
It was around the time that he made some comments about my enjoying a certain aspect of the bedroom that a little old lady appeared from the aisle we were just turning into. it was from this little old lady, having suddenly learned that the young lady standing before her had probably done some inappropriate things with the boy behind her, that I received a very particular... look.
I've always been a bit proud of my ability to have awkward things happen at awkward times in such a manner only appropriate for sitcoms. I attract these things. For instance, a couple weeks ago I went into BMO to get some money out. it was after hours, so the main part of the bank was closed, leaving just that little room with the ATM open. I was in there with another woman, and we both finished at the same time and went to leave..
only to discover we were locked in.
If you ever watched friends, you will surely be reminded of the episode where the power goes out and Chandler is trapped in a bank vestibule with a gorgeous woman.
In my group of friends, I'm chandler, so it was hilarious that this chandler moment had happened, albeit the woman I was trapped with was far from gorgeous.
We faught with the door for a bit and eventually figured out that if we hit the big button that opens the door for wheelchairs, the door would open, and thus it did. We were free, and I had yet another Chandler moment under my belt.
So of COURSE I go into a childs toy store, have my boyman talk dirty to me only to turn around to see a little old lady looking at me with such disappointment and disgust. it must have taken all of her to keep from lecturing me on the sanctity of marriage.
A good day, all in all. We eventually went back to his place, where basketball failed to occur and instead we fulfilled our teasings from the toy store. A good day indeed.
--- A bit of an update on my life:
Third year Psychology is decent. I have my own tiny apartment downtown Toronto. I have lost much weight. I hate my job (cashier at shoppers), even though it's new, and I like someone. a fair bit. And I'm wearing his sweater because he left it here.
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