Thursday, January 4, 2007

The Tale of Mr. Winky Woo

There was this guy who I'd met a few times at these dance parties organized by the same group. After making eye contact at about four of them, we finally got to the point where we decided to have dinner to get to know each other. Since he lives in the city and I work in the city we agree that I'll just meet him at his place after I get off work. I work a 10 hour day of catering and am a bit tired. We agreed to get sushi so I was thinking it'd be casual. I show up at his place a bit grungy but presentable and he's wearing slacks and a button down shirt. His place is ~immaculate~, sparkling even. Apparently, he'd had it cleaned that day.

We go out for sushi and he orders for me. I don't really like this, but he goes all out so at least he wasn't cheap. He asks if I like the sea urchin and when I say that I do he practically swoons. Over the course of dinner he winks at me twice, while walking back he takes my hands and asks me if I ever want to have kids. Back at his place we watch an episode of South Park, good and safe, but after it's over he turns it and all the lights off and proceeds to light one of those big kitchen candles that come in the glass jar. He goes to the refridgerator and pulls out a container of milk chocolate squares. First of all, I hate milk chocolate, second who keeps their chocolate in the fridge??? He unwraps a square and proceeds to feed me while saying "Woo, woo... See, I'm wooing you." The date ended shortly there after.

Emily, California