Friday, January 13, 2006

Seven - Eleven

You're drinking a Miller Lite. You're out with your friends. At the standard Friday night locale. You start casually talking, and because he's actually funny, you don't really realize how good looking he is. At first. You protest when he tries to buy you a drink - you still don't realize how good looking he is. So you order one yourself but continue talking. And after a while, you're actually enjoying your time at this bar.

You realize he's wicked funny. And because you have finally realized that he is good looking, you start to fear that you are laughing and smiling so much that your forehead vein is bulging. And then you start to hope you remembered to floss because he keeps making you smile so much and you'll die if anything is stuck in your teeth. You want to go to the bathroom to reapply lipstick but you're having too much fun. So much fun you start to wonder if you shaved your legs. And you actually hope that you didn't because things always seem to happen when you didn't.

And since my father reads this, I will clarify that THINGS are always rated PG, of course.

And when the tone of the conversation changes you realize he can also speak - intelligently - about books and movies and television shows. You are thrilled that he is also pissed yet secretly proud that Arrested Development wasn't grasped by the mainstream. His girl (space) friend stops by to say hello you are overjoyed that he has a girl (space) friend. You are delighted to hear him ramble on about his favorite band more than his favorite sports team. Although you are relieved that he also does have a favorite sports team. And when the conversation inevitably turns to something political (because you brought it up) he doesn't offend you. And you wonder what your friend (GPSH, LEF, AFS, MMG...) would think about his response.

And this is all because he's a Seven - Eleven. Undercover Goodlooking plus How Can You Not Love This Guy personality. Clever. Intelligent. Funny. Well-read. Pop-culture literate.

Mr. Seven Eleven.

And now I've psyched myself up enough to get in the shower and go out tonight.


2 comments:

Spikey1 said...

Is he a craps dealer in Vegas?

a.maria said...

*sigh*

yeah. mister new years eve FIASCO was a seven-eleven. dear LORD i screwed that night up, upside down and side-ways.

yet he's still around.

it makes no sense. yet if it did, i probably wouldn't be interested!

*double sigh*

man i wish tonight was a going out night!!!!