clean up
I really need to clean my place up more often. You never know when an unexpected cute stranger knocks on your door and asks for help. Which was the case last night while I was cooking up some sausage omelet. (Sounds like an intro to pron scene huh?) She was trying to get in her apartment when the deadbolt broke on her.
She knocked on the G-pad (my apt.) and I was hesitant at first from answering thinking it was some magazine selling ex-druggie but I opened the door. She then tells me her story so I helped her out by giving her our apartment's service number. I let her in as she made her calls all the while embarrassed by messy ass place. She then proceeded to unbutton her shirt and slowly looks me up down while licking her lips in my imaginary pron scene. Since this is reality, that last thing I said didn't really happen.
She asked to check her email, I obliged. We talked about what we do, the usual get to know you stuff. She's a pre-med going for her masters at MCV (cha-ching!). I finished up my cooking and offered her some but she denied since she's a veggie. Doh! She then looked over my stacks of movies commenting on what she has seen and what she's interested in. She did say she loved Harold and Kumar, so that's a plus. She then saw The Notebook and made that awwww thing that you typically get from chic flicks... aka the Korte effect.
In my head I was tallying up all the points I've been racking up; the guitars for my bad ass side, the cooking for my homely side, then The Notebook for my faggy sensitive side. I also happened to make her laugh several times and she ended up leaving with a huge smile on her face. She also borrowed Little Miss Sunshine which I take as a this-is-not-over sign. Her name? Tarra, like the Sos' cat. Maybe I'm over hyping or over analyzing this but hey that's 2 connections with the Geeks right? Tarra and the whole veggie thing.
So I'll end this as, to be continued...