greetings kids. tonight, peanut has decided to reflect. reflect long and hard (hah) on the struggles of dating. it’s not easy. finding that one person that makes time fly by for and when you’re away from, makes you just want to go back near them. yak.
real dating is more like this or this or maybe even this? mmmmm. point, it sucks. what do you do when it sucks? you take yourself out on a date! a few pluses: you will enjoy your own company. if not, wtf is your malfunction? also, no arguing over the check! no getting jealous when you check out someone else!
they just look cold! i was going to offer them my jacket!
and lastly, no trying to get out of the date early, because this person just plain sucks. so tonight, i ventured out on a lovely night. not too warm, and not too cold and walked down the street to have some sushi with my book and ipod.
of course there is a stigma attached with dining alone.
not so romanic....
i didn’t so much mind it. once you get past your hostess asking you how many in your party, you replying “one,” and her confused look….it’s off to sake land you go! you get some pitying looks for other people. maybe it’s the people that are out on a date they shouldn’t be on because one of them is married. the gay couple looking on at you, wondering if you’re registered to vote and what is your stance on prop 8, and then the mother (that has been and maybe still wishes she was in your shoes) with her two kids…
this is the cavity those monsters came from......
all in all, i was great. i ordered exactly what i wanted, drank as much sake as i wanted as i was fo sho not getting date raped later, and enjoyed my book.
let’s just say kids, the night’s not over. there may be toys here. i have a netflix to watch, some bedroom chocolates to consume, etc etc….some things are left behind closed doors. pervert.
seriously, this is a private moment....
so i leave you with a few fun things…..
opening friday! sweet baby bush!
the heavy. because if you have more of it, you don’t need less of it.
and just for fun….
sometimes i just can’t help myself. goodnight, lovaaahs…..
An excellent post, Peanut! And you raise some amazing points, like how much date rape sucks. Especially when you’re trying to finish a book! Or enjoy some sushi, or some solitary “me” time, or amyl nitrate (those three all kind of go hand in hand).
Dining out alone is the best, especially at sushi, where you can just sit at the counter and pretend like you know what you are talking about and be all, “bring me the omakase at once!”
Bedroom chocolates!??!?! Is there also an erotic bath?
To save money instead of going out on solitary dates I have imaginary relationships with teenagers I’m stalking on social networking sites and/or see at the the gym. I imagine that my Mom didn’t like the last chick when I imagined introducing them. What an awkward imagined dinner.
@Occam, that’s the creepiest thing I’ve read on the Internet in a really long time. And I’m pretty creepy.
Is it real creepiness or imagined creepiness?
That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Or so I would imagine.
I like to imagine that myself and Occam are chasing the same imaginary chick, unbeknownst to each other. Occam doesn’t know it, but i’m the one she’s always texting, and I don’t know it, but she’s always busy because she’s hanging out with him. The imaginary hijinx that is going to eventually ensue when she accidentally double-books us is going to be funnier than the end of Mrs. Doubtfire.
French farce! French farce!
but mrs. doubtfire sucked!