June 03, 2008
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If she gave me her number, I would never have to visit that god damn restaurant again and if she didn't give me her number, I would never have to visit that god damn restaurant again. So one way or another, I'm not visiting that restaurant again. Not having crushed on anyone for quite some time, having seen kate waitressing at the taiwanese bar and grill 6 months ago made xtina aguilera in my head say "ring the alarm...throwing elbows, ring the alarm". Kate had these great smokey eyes and always a well manicured bob cut. I didn't even know if she had a boyfriend or not. Someone that cute probably did but until I knew otherwise, I was crushing. Operation: bury my heart at wounded knee commenced this evening. Because 6 months is long enough to build up some nerve but more importantly, I was running out of friends to take to this place.
Kate and I never had longer than a 5 minute conversation as the restaurant is always packed like the mosh pit at a ramones concert and the girls are running back and forth while the owner stands over making sure everyone has their cheese. However, despite the hectic and random commotion, there seem to be enough moments that gave me confidence to finally ask for her number - she had previously had given me her work schedule and she made a point to return my tupperware from the chocolate chip cookies I made her. So everything was going as planned. My friend and I are having a good time chowing on the a few choice dishes, I had given her a tee I made 4 years ago to soften her up and I was feeling strong. After dinner, I waved her over and ask for 2 things, the check and her phone number. The moment of truth. She can either say yes or no. Yes or no. One or the other. 9:30 pm. Tick tick tick tick tick.
She looked at me and with sincerity said, "Sorry, I don't give out my phone number but I'll give you my email address" Her email address? Errr, ok. So apparently she's smarter than me because she said neither yes or no. And when your parent gives you advice like "the worst they can say is no", you can reply, not really, not according to bill. But at least I never have to visit that god damn restaurant again.
Posted by yumyumcha at June 3, 2008 05:43 PM