05-10-04

silly boy tricks

went out with the crazy artist boy yesterday, had the old “what are we?” conversation and i was ready to jump out of the car. It had an odd feel to it, more along the lines of “you never want to kiss me.”

Drunken Mgr called me last night, knew he would, i get feelings right before boys call. I guess it is intuition, but i really wish i could sense lottery numbers or something other than so-and-so will call around ten. I asked him if he wanted to go to the zoo…he hesitated and fell over his words.

“th…The zoo?” he croaked. “I was thinking something alittle less odd, like dinner and a movie.”

“but planning dinner with us never works out that well.”

“yeah, i know, thats hwy we should do it.”

“but…ok, fine, we will plan for the zoo and actually do dinner and a movie, i hear troy is coming out this week right?”

here the conversation turns into two kids excited over christmas, or just the upcoming corporate prostitution of my fav book.

I get off the phone and asked my roommates if they knew of a restaurant that didn’t serve alcohol, since apparently the monkeys weren’t good enough for him. “denny’s?” somehow i can’t see him liking denny’s too much, but even if he does, going to denny’s will open doors for future denny excursions and i still haven’t been to Palamenos or Monterrey Bay or Le Mont or Isabellas. I don’t want to do dennys yet. Married people do dennys.