New to me
mushrooms
tomato sauce
tuna (flakes in oil)
gravy
potatoes
baby corn
lettuce
cucumber
tomatoes
She says she wants us to cook when she comes over, so I wrote down the ingredients I'm supposed to buy. This shouldn't be something new or weird - when Donna comes over, she always expects that I cook something for her. Donna and I are friends. It's that simple. I go to the grocery, pick up stuff for whatever I'm cooking, and it's not a big deal.
Not that this is a big deal. We've cooked together before. The first time she spent the night here, we made lasagna. But she was the one who bought most of the ingredients. I don't know how she handled it. She probably handled it fine.
Nobody's ever contributed items to jot down in my grocery list. I don't buy baby corn. Or gravy. Not that I don't like them, I do. It's just... they've never really come up.
It's a simple list. We're making salad and some kind of pasta that's supposed to ease my way into a new diet that doesn't involve meat. At least I think that's what this is. I think it's about my heart (that weird thing I had during 4th year HS that I had to take depressants for).
My mother thinks of her as a blessing. She's been trying to get me to go veggie for years. My mother was the only one who really cared about what was going on with my heart. Well, until she came along.
Back to the list. Did I get everything right? She mentioned something about eggplant and soup. Was I supposed to write that down? Am I supposed to get the canned baby corn or the fresh ones? Should I ask her? Cause I'm assuming she'd want the fresh ones, but what if the canned ones taste better to her?
This is why I don't like being part of committees - I never know what's going on. Is this why I'm so comfortable with unrequited love? People think it's hard, but it's so easy. You always know what the other woman is going to say to you. She's going to say "No". They're all going to say "no". Well, except when they're insane and they diddle me around like a yoyo, but even then their final, final answer would be "No" or a long, stunned silence. I'm so used to this response that when I asked her today to watch a movie with me, I was actually expecting her to say "No". Really, I was mentally preparing myself to be turned down for a date. By my own girlfriend.
Yes, I don't know how to do this. Yes, I mess up a few times. Yes, there are a lot of things I don't immediately "get". Everything is just so new and scary and wonderful. This new life I'm building, I don't know where it's leading, and I'm not entirely sure how to go about building it. But the fact that I'm building it with her, that's what matters.
I might as well buy the soup and the eggplant.
tomato sauce
tuna (flakes in oil)
gravy
potatoes
baby corn
lettuce
cucumber
tomatoes
She says she wants us to cook when she comes over, so I wrote down the ingredients I'm supposed to buy. This shouldn't be something new or weird - when Donna comes over, she always expects that I cook something for her. Donna and I are friends. It's that simple. I go to the grocery, pick up stuff for whatever I'm cooking, and it's not a big deal.
Not that this is a big deal. We've cooked together before. The first time she spent the night here, we made lasagna. But she was the one who bought most of the ingredients. I don't know how she handled it. She probably handled it fine.
Nobody's ever contributed items to jot down in my grocery list. I don't buy baby corn. Or gravy. Not that I don't like them, I do. It's just... they've never really come up.
It's a simple list. We're making salad and some kind of pasta that's supposed to ease my way into a new diet that doesn't involve meat. At least I think that's what this is. I think it's about my heart (that weird thing I had during 4th year HS that I had to take depressants for).
My mother thinks of her as a blessing. She's been trying to get me to go veggie for years. My mother was the only one who really cared about what was going on with my heart. Well, until she came along.
Back to the list. Did I get everything right? She mentioned something about eggplant and soup. Was I supposed to write that down? Am I supposed to get the canned baby corn or the fresh ones? Should I ask her? Cause I'm assuming she'd want the fresh ones, but what if the canned ones taste better to her?
This is why I don't like being part of committees - I never know what's going on. Is this why I'm so comfortable with unrequited love? People think it's hard, but it's so easy. You always know what the other woman is going to say to you. She's going to say "No". They're all going to say "no". Well, except when they're insane and they diddle me around like a yoyo, but even then their final, final answer would be "No" or a long, stunned silence. I'm so used to this response that when I asked her today to watch a movie with me, I was actually expecting her to say "No". Really, I was mentally preparing myself to be turned down for a date. By my own girlfriend.
Yes, I don't know how to do this. Yes, I mess up a few times. Yes, there are a lot of things I don't immediately "get". Everything is just so new and scary and wonderful. This new life I'm building, I don't know where it's leading, and I'm not entirely sure how to go about building it. But the fact that I'm building it with her, that's what matters.
I might as well buy the soup and the eggplant.