Tonight, we ate at The Olive Garden … yet again. I wasn’t feeling good and all I wanted was soup, salad, and some peach tea.
We got this waitress I have never seen there before. She was sooo cute … and sexy!
I’ve had a really bad headache from coughing so hard and so often and I’ve just felt miserable! I think I have bronchitis.
I think it started the day we carved pumpkins outside. That was on October 16th. It got really chilly and windy and having my hands in the pumpkin guts and then out in the cold wind … there were times my hands really ached from being so cold and wet.
I don’t know if that’s what the catalyst was, but I didn’t start coughing until six days later. I woke up coughing on October 22nd … the day Mom and me went out to eat with Greg and his Mom and then to the Haunted Prison. It wasn’t real bad though, so I didn’t pay it any attention. Although, in retrospect, I’m sure standing outside in line that night in 30ºF weather for three hours didn’t help either.
-sigh-
Anyway, I felt miserable today. I told Mom that I felt if I coughed just one more time, someone was going to have to clean my brain matter off the walls. My head hurt so bad that I had to squeeze it at times when I coughed.
At the same time, my chest, stomach, and legs hurt from coughing so much too, so I usually took turns either squeezing my head or giving myself a hug when I coughed, depending on which needed the relief the most … my head or my body.
So yeah, by the time we got to the restaurant tonight, I was pretty miserable.
While looking over the menu, the waitress walks up and asks, “How are you guys doing tonight?”
Mom smiles and says, “Fine.”
Without looking up from the menu, I said, “Terrible!”
The waitress laughs and responds, “Well, hopefully I can make you feel better.”
That’s when I look up to see this beautiful, smiling face behind these cute, nerdy tortoise shell glasses. At least I think that was the pattern on her frames. Her dark hair was pulled back, but a couple strands that were dyed red were left loose to frame her face.
She took our drink order and then left. That’s when I noticed how she was dressed.
I mean, she had on the standard white shirt, green apron, and dark pants everyone else there wears, but she had on one of those belts with the metal grommets or eyelets I find so damn sexy and a leather band around her wrist (which later I found out to be a watch) that matched the style of the belt.
Right away, I knew she had some Goth style, which is something I’ve always found really sexy … if done right.
What was so intriguing is that the dark Goth style was offset by a pink homemade-looking badge/pin with her name on it and a bright yellow sunflower clip (??) holding her hair back.
That combination of Goth/Girlie really worked for her … and me!
I really found that combination unique and very attractive.
If that’s all there was, that’d be bad enough, but as the meal went on … I found out what a wonderful personality she has.
-sigh-
After bringing our drinks, she was gone for quite a bit, but I think she joined a group who sang “Happy Birthday” to someone or something. When she finally got back to us, she said something like, “I’m sorry. I cut myself and was trying to get the bleeding to stop before I came back out here.”
I found that weird, but I liked it! I mean, most servers would never say anything like that because I think they think it would really turn the customer off to know that and they want a good tip so I doubt they’d say anything.
So the fact that she was just being her quirky self was a turn on. I really liked that.
Then when she brought the salad, she asked, “Do you want cheese on your salad?”
Mom says, “You can’t put enough on there for him!”
She says, “Yeah, I like it that way too. I like a lot of cheese, even on the soup you guys ordered.”
So she put a lot of cheese on the salad and then even more on my salad plate and then later on the soups.
When she brought the soups, she put her one knee on my side of the booth and leaned in while she was grating the cheese. Now I’ve heard from several different guys in my life that when a woman turns her body towards you, especially the lower half, it means she might be interested or that she at least trusts you. I’m not sure if I buy into the whole body language thing, but I definitely enjoyed the close proximity!
I was also checking out the leather band on her arm while she was standing there using the cheese grater. Having been wanting one myself for a long time, but a more masculine looking one, I asked, “Where did you get that?”
She says, “My watch?”
I was like, “That’s a watch? I thought it was just a leather wristband.”
She turns her arm to show the watch face that was hidden on the underside of her wrist.
She said, “I got it at Hot Topic. It only cost $9.00. It’s a little piece of how I normally look that I can wear to work.”
There’s not one thing she said that I didn’t like.
She apparently liked shopping at Hot Topic, one of my favorite stores for t-shirts and other novelties! Well, t-shirts, novelties, and women’s lingerie.
-heh heh-
I made a statement back in January or February to Mom while we were in there one time. I had just started talking to Shahirah again a little wile before that.
I was in there checking out the new t-shirts and the women’s clothes can look so damn sexy sometimes, at least to this horny guy, and I told Mom, “I love the women’s clothes here! They are so hot!”
Uncertain, she asked, “Really? You think so?”
I said, “Hell yeah! I think they’re sexier than Victoria Secret.”
After a short pause, I picked up this camouflage bustier/corset (not sure what it was but it had a lot of laces) and said, “If I were dating right now, like if Shahirah was here and we were dating, I would so get this for her because I think she’d look so hot in it.”
This is kind of what the bustier looked liked except it was in camouflage and the shoulder straps were thinner and I think black. Plus ... the front, back, and sides (the parts beneath the underarms where the seams are) were all camouflage and they were connected together by thin strips of black lace.
So it's like the front was camouflage and black with laces, which was connected to the underarm areas by black lace on both sides, which was connected to the back by black lace on both sides.
It was pretty sexy!
Mom asked, “You’re serious?”
I said, “D’uh! Of course! Actually, we’d be in here a lot to get things.”
What’s so funny is that I didn’t think that would come back to haunt me. I got upset with Shahirah and hadn’t talked to her for like over a month. I didn’t let Mom know though because I figured it wasn’t any of her business.
One night while Mom, Zach, and me were out … I ran into Kohl’s and they sat in the car because I was only going to be a minute. While I was in the store, Shahirah called Mom. Actually, she might have called my cell phone, but Mom answered since I left it in the car. I can’t remember which.
In any case, Shahirah and Mom talked.
When I got back out to the car, Mom told me that they talked. Then out of nowhere, Mom says, “Oh … I told her what you said about that camouflage bustier.”
My jaw dropped and I looked at her as if to say, “What!?”
With a sense of dread, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
Demanding, I asked, “You told her that!?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I haven’t talked to her in about a month because I’ve been pissed at her.”
Sighing, she asks, “Why now?”
“Never mind! I just can’t believe you’d tell her that.”
“I’m sorry.”
Sighing, I say, “That’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
After a long pause, I asked, “What did she say?”
“She giggled and said, ‘Really? He said that?’ And I told her yes.”
"I guess that's not bad. I just didn't want her to know I might still think of her that way. At least not yet."
Shaking her head, "You two!"
Anyway, Hot Topic is one of my favorite stores and the fact that this girl shopped there was a turn on for me.
Plus, the fact that she mentioned the watch was a bargain was a turn on because it says something about her personality and her outlook. I really liked that.
I’m the same exact way and most people see it as being cheap, but it’s not about that … it’s about finding something undervalued. There’s a thrill in finding something that’s overlooked and under appreciated. Does that make sense?
I guess it has to do with seeing the potential in something.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to find bargains for the sake of being cheap too. I mean, it’s nice to get the most out of your money. I don’t think that’s being cheap, just being smart.
Anyway, after she told me about her watch, I asked her, "Have you ever seen ‘Hercules’ or ‘Xena’?”
She gives me a look as if to say, “Like d’uh, what do you think?”
Then she says, “Of course I have, I’m a nerd.”
Mom smiles and says, “Don’t feel bad, so are we!”
I think that’s when I fell in love.
Okay, I wouldn’t go that far, but that’s when I realized what an awesome and unique personality she must have. I already suspected it from the way she was dressed, but now she was just confirming it.
The fact that she was admitting to being a nerd, while dressing partly Gothic, and still being girlie … it’s just more than I can take! That’s one combination that I have never encountered, but turns out to be one I find very desirable!
Trying to keep from proposing … kidding. Trying to keep composed, I continued, “You know the arm guard that Ares wears? I’d love to have something like that.”
“Yeah. I’m sure you could find something there close to it.”
“I’ll have to look next time I’m in there. I notice all that stuff is behind and around the counter, so it’s kind of hard to get to without asking for help and every time I’m in there they’re busy.”
“I got my watch in the first display case. At least it was the first one when I got it, but they move them around a lot.”
“Okay, I’ll definitely have to look. Thanks!”
She was picking up our salad plates and Mom was trying to stack hers on mine and almost knocked hers off by pulling the fork out from between our plates to put it on the top of hers so the plates would sit evenly, but the waitress caught it.
Mom apologizes and the waitress says, “Oh, don’t worry! I just broke my first plate last night. I clapped and cheered and I think my boss thought I was losing my mind. I looked at her and asked, ‘What? I see you guys break stuff every night and this is my first one.’”
Once again, even though what she said comes off weird … I absolutely loved it. I love that goofy, quirky type of personality. That’s a major aphrodisiac for me!
I talked Mom into splitting a piece of the lemon cake with me. I was trying my best to cut it into two even halves while the waitress was gathering our dirty dishes, but one side still ended up being bigger than the other.
Mom said, “You take the bigger half.”
Being myself and not even thinking, in a sarcastic tone, I said, “Are you trying to say something?”
The waitress laughed, which made me feel good especially since I wasn’t doing it for her benefit. It’s nice to know I can actually make some people laugh.
Okay, I do that stuff all the time.
Like back in the summer when we all went to see a movie, I was joking with one of the girls that worked there.
No matter what, if you order anything that’s not a large, they try to get you to order the next biggest size. Like if you get a medium pop, they’ll say, “For a quarter more you can get a large.”
Well, this time in particular I got a medium cherry coke and small popcorn and the girl picks up the small popcorn bag and asks, “Is this going to be big enough?”
I know that they have to ask everyone that, but I was in an ornery mood so I demanded, “What are you trying to say?”
She looks at me, kind of bewildered and confused and I add, “Are you trying to say I’m fat?”
In all seriousness, she’s like, “No … no … not at all. I was just …”
Laughing, I interrupt with, “I’m just messing with ya. Besides, I have two working eyes and I’ve looked into a mirror recently, so I know I’m fat.”
She laughs and says, “You’re not fat! You got through the doors okay. Now if you can’t get through the door, then I’ll consider you fat.”
I laugh and said, “Thanks. You’re too sweet.”
The whole time, Mom’s apologizing for me and saying, “Just ignore him!”
Then there was this other time just Greg and me went to see a movie and the guy at the ticket booth was handing out samples of Axe shower gel with the tickets. Right away, I asked him, “Are you saying I stink?”
He laughs and says, “I’ve been waiting all day for someone to ask me that!”
That’s the first time I realized that maybe I’m not normal in public. I mean, we we’re seeing the last showing for the night and no one said anything all day? There were thousands of people go through there and I’m the only one that said something?
Hmm … is it possible I’m … annoying?
Anyway, while we were eating the cake and when the waitress brought back the receipt, I asked her if it’s possible if I could get a bowl of soup to go.
She brought out a bag with the bowl of soup in it and she had something else in her other hand. She smiles and then raises and opens her hand and says, “I brought you out A LOT of cheese.” She had a ton of prepackaged, grated Romano cheese packets.
I was like, “I’ve never even seen those before.”
She says, “Well, they’re for the to go orders.”
I thanked her and just left it at that. When she walked away, Mom said, “We’ve got stuff to go a lot and never have got those.”
“I know!”
Later, I was telling my Uncle about the waitress and going on about how awesome she was and I said, “And her voice … I loved her voice. It was so … sexy.”
Then even later yet, I told Mom, “Our waitress tonight was really cute.”
Mom says, “I know. I really liked her voice.”
I was like, “GET OUT! Me too!”
I added, “But I liked just about everything about her.”
Then I went on about all the things I liked and Mom’s like, “Wow, you we’re really paying attention. I didn’t notice half that stuff. But once I saw the belt she was wearing, I knew you’d like that!”
My Mom knows me so well.
Then Mom adds, “I think she liked you.”
After rolling my eyes, I said, “I wish!”
“Okay, fine … don’t believe me!”
“Well, maybe as a person, but that’s it.”
“That’s the basis for all relationships though. You like your friends as people before you accept them as your friend.”
I know what Mom was saying, and it wasn’t anything I hadn’t already thought.
I mean, even while there, I thought to myself, “I’d really love to get to know this person … even just as a friend.” The thought of anything more seems ridiculous to me anyway.
I guess when you meet someone you find amazing, you think that someone’s already snatched them up. I mean, who wouldn’t if they had a chance? Plus, someone like her probably has guys lined up.
So I wouldn’t dare get my hopes up. Besides, I wouldn’t inflict someone with a relationship with me at the moment. I’m not that cruel. And once again, more than anything, I just would love to get to know her. I think she’d be awesome to hang and do things with.
But, in reality, I’ll probably never see her again. I mean, we eat there all the time and this is the first time I’ve ever seen her. That’s my luck!
Why didn’t I just give her my number and leave the ball in her court?
Because you’re commitment phobic, you dope!
-sheesh-
Any kind of commitment and responsibility scares the hell out of me. There are times I think, “It’d be nice to have more friends.” But why don’t I make more friends? Because I make it difficult!
I don’t mean that I’m socially retarded and just can’t make friends ... I mean that I make it hard for anyone to get too close to me. I can talk with someone and really hit it off, but it’s like I give off a vibe that says, “This is just a one time thing.”
I don’t know. I guess I’m just so tired all the time that the thought of having to expend the energy to put up with one more person, responsibility, or obligation seems very dreadful.
In this instance though, I can honestly say I think that extra energy would be worthwhile.
