choose your own blog adventure

i have two stories to tell. one is silly, and sort of heartwarming, while the other appeals to the heart and the naughty bits. choose one, choose both, whatever.

1. the silly one

i went to fetch some din for the Nick and i the other night (i was in no mood to cook, he was stuck at work, two boids, one stone..) and stopped at this fantastic lebanese place down the street from my house. you can say what you what want about living in the ghetto in the midwest, you're guaranteed to have way better than average little mom-n-pop restaurants. i pop in, grab a table, order to go, and chill to enjoy a beer while i'm waiting for the food.

this place is busy, it's always busy and people share space, they share tables, it's the kind of place where the waitstaff will simply join you if they want to sit down and have a ciggy in peace. i'm people watching, enjoying the smells, when the conversation at the next table floats into my presence..i'm not meaning to eavesdrop, but what the hell. it's a couple of gansta-ganstas and they're really excited about something. i'm all for happiness, but i don't want to get gatted, dig? so i pay a little more attention. the conversation went something like this:

mean looking asian dude: yo, that my shit dog! they crazy with the wrapper..

mean looking white guy: i know! it's like it's got illusions and shit. you see it, you know you just
got to have it, and all of it.

mean looking black guy: yo, rocky road be the bomb! blah blah blah dog, yo

and i realize, they're talking about ice cream. a specific chain store's ice cream, and which ones they like best.

and for the record, Cherry Garcia be the bomb, yo. werd.

2. the slightly personal one

i've been to work today, and since tomorrow's my last day and it's a friday, i started telling the folks i care about goodbye since if i wait, something's bound to go wrong tomorrow and i'll never see them again and whatnot. without saying goodbye. snif.

i get a few hugs, i exchange phone numbers, there's a great deal of teasing and all that goes along with a good-natured goodbye. and i go to hunt down this one guy, the one i have the most horrific crush on, 'cause i really must pimp the situation out for a little attention. i must have a hug.

and he's taken aback, he knew i was leaving but didn't realize tomorrow's the last day we get to bother each other. and we talk, and he drops all his stuff and hugs me. and i'm all for hugs, and polite hey-we're-just-friends hugs last a certain amount of time or something, i can't quantify. point is, i try to pull away at the appropriate time for value of hug, and he won't let me go. in fact, he pulls me harder against him, and we're just standing there. he's got his head in the place between my ear and my shoulder, and i give.

i would've stood there all day with him, smelling his hair and finally realizing just how broad his shoulders are. how fucking strong he is. how much i wanted him. wow. at work.

and i finally break away, although i don't want to, and that feeling. you know the one, when your fooling around hits the point where it's stop, or go all the way, and there's that strange give in your legs? maybe it's only me. my knees literally get weak if you're doing the right things to my neck. it was like that. the switch had flipped and i've spent the rest of the day just fighting to remain in control of myself, to not have some kind of spontaneous orgasm on the way home, thereby killing all around me when i lose control of the car.

anyway. there's still tomorrow, isn't there?

sweet lord of mercy. i think he's onto me.