Visit from Chandra

Chandra and Jason were here!

Having had many a month of depri­va­tion, they returned. For all of five hours… but still, a return!

Studied at the book­store for a whiles, picked them up at their truck stop. They squished into my tiny car — and it only took a minute and a half for Jason to grab the O.S. han­dle. Quite calm most of the ride, but I’m not sure that the teeth chat­ter­ing was entirely from the cold. Weak nerves, dear?
(I rather sus­pect that it was the lack of a speedome­ter that dis­turbed him the most.)

Right. Dinner, with a visit from the MadHatter. TicTacToe, that I lost.

Brought them home to visit with the fam­ily, all was well. Took them back to their Truck… this time With Gloves. Zombie Gloves, ahoy! Chandra under­stood my ado­ra­tion for them. See? I’m not alone in this world. Toldya.

I ran off when Chan began to share Harley the Dog’s hump­ing air stories.

That’s for the extended edi­tion of the Harley’s Truckin’ Stuff cof­feetable book.

We went to Zio’s for din­ner, and nat­u­rally we were wait­ing 5–10 in the foyer. This was per­fectly pleas­ant enough, if only because we were able to observe a First and Only Date in process.
Him: Short, long straight hair in pony­tail. Suit. Pseudo-Priest col­lar. Bony painful type skinny.
Her: Greasy hair, high­lights grow­ing out in a pony­tail. Jeans. Sweater under an over blouse/jacket. Casual. Slender but roundish.

Him: Looking at every other woman in the room.
Her: Studying the ceiling.

Him: Overly polite.
Her: SUCH a fake laugh. the Dear God HELP me big fat grin.

Both were the “I used to be kinda goth but I’m a grownup now and I’m not sure where to go with that. She was early twen­ties, he was early thir­ties. Age dif­fer­ences aren’t usu­ally an issue, but right now that early twenties/early thir­ties blend seems to be dif­fi­cult to make work. I’ve seen maybe one pair­ing with that spe­cific age diff and it’s just… weird. and, just in this cur­rent gen­er­a­tion. Other ten year gaps? Fine. This *one* is always odd. To me. My expe­ri­ences, cer­tainly, and those of my friends. Right, that was a tan­gent. But! Further proof for my the­ory of that Born in 1970 and Born in 1980 clash of cul­ture. Disturbing.

End of tan­gent! Back to weird non-couple!

I could tell it was a first date with the one “Shall we sit at the bar?” ques­tion he asked her as they stood right behind us. Chandra knew it was an inter­net date as soon as she saw them. It so very much was. ’twas one of those “We had such great emails! Now I’ve met you and we’re spark­less and we’ll go home and email twice more and then some­how lose each oth­ers’ address!”

I love inter­net rela­tion­ship pol­i­tics. Having seen the best and the worst of it… quite a lot of fun to sit back and watch.

Anyway, right. These two were highly amus­ing. He was fairly dis­turb­ing, too.

I’m sleepy bab­bly. Ladeda.

um. I’m sure there was other stuff. I had to explain the flag sys­tem, nat­u­rally. Enough flags in/on the car to require explanations.

Chan? Jason? Y’all need to arrange those peri­odic days off. Miss you!

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Definitely inter­net dat­ing.. if I hadn’t done much of it myself I might not have picked up on it until AFTER the sec­ond minute… aha­hah.. Lorien fails to men­tion that she was flirt­ing, oh-so-overtly, with the waiter, *Scott*. She blushed. Ask her, she can­not lie. She blushed.

Posted by Chandra @ 01/11/2004 08:56 PM CST

Dearest Chandra,

Lorien’s Blush, here. I should like to inform you that I chose to make an appear­ance in answer to your bla­tant plea — “Lorien! Blush! Look, Jason, she’s going to blush!” — and I rarely ignore such obvi­ous calls. I’m a giv­ing Blush, after all.

- Lorien’s Blush

Chan,

Kiddo, if you think that’s my ver­sion of flirt­ing… we need to get out more. Also, do note: I don’t flirt with pim­ply Zio’s wait­ers with bor­ing sig­na­tures. Other servers make pretty pic­tures with their crayons! I’ll take an artist, any day.

- Lor

Posted by Lorien @ 01/11/2004 09:13 PM CST

you blushed…

that’s all i have to say

Posted by Chan @ 01/11/2004 09:19 PM CST
Not deny­ing blushes.

Posted by Lorien @ 01/11/2004 09:22 PM CST