Adventures with Sean
It was Sunday evening. I was doing accounting homework and I was BORED. It was already 6:44pm by the time I looked at the clock, and I realized I was hungry. Knowing the contents of the refrigerator, I started thinking about restaurant food. I had been looking for an excuse to get to know Sean - here was my chance!
I texted him, and lo & behold, he had NOT eaten dinner yet! So, we met at ESM, because I knew he was a pasta freak. We talked about ridiculous things. We talked about important things. We talked about things we understood. We talked about things that baffled us. All in all, it was a good night.
Then... it seemed to be time to leave the restaurant. The waiter was kind of a macho jackass who didn't much like waiting. Sean took it upon himself to pay. I'm sure it was expensive. Damn. Anyway, I thought we might go down to Swizzles. Sean mentioned that he had to drop by the condo he had been staying at to wash the bedding, as the people were returning to their home Monday morning and would be wanting their house back intact. So, I suggested we stop by on the way to the bar.
The condo was BEAUTIFUL. No, you don't understand. It was like a $1000 a night hotel room, but someone's HOUSE. The furniture and carpet were WHITE. That's kinda chintzy, but whatever, there were plants - it looked lived in. Fancy kitchen, fancy bathroom, fancy bedroom. Wow. Giant TV. So Sean throws the stuff in the wash, and gathers up all the garbage. We leave (he won't let me carry anything) and he locks the door. Goes to the garbage chute and punches the pizza box until it finally agrees to go down the slide. (Bad pizza box!). We descend the elevator. Sean can't find his keys. Where are the keys? Oh yes, down the garbage chute.
Sean's borrowed condo keys, his NEW apartment keys (both sets), mail key, office keys, keys to his parents' house in Montréal... everything except his car key which was on another chain. Sean freaked out. It was hilaricute(WORD OF THE DAY). I laughed and apologized and laughed again. We scoured the basement / parkade until we found the garbage room - which was locked (of course). We had to leave the building (& be locked out) because the super was in the next complex - but he wasn't home (of course). So there was a number on the wall for emergency and Sean called it. 3 calls later, someone said they would come... but we wouldn't be allowed in the garbage room - it's a giant bin, very dangerous!
But things turned out ok, as I knew they would (somehow). The super showed up WITH Sean's keys which had apparently fallen directly on TOP of the garbage bag. (And no-one else had chucked anything else on top of it in the hour we were waiting.) We followed this adventure up with Sean's first trip to a gay bar. It was fun.
Guess what?
Sean's single.
He doesn't smoke.
He goes to church.
He has a good job.
He has a car.
He's funny.
He's not stupid.
He plays pool.
He likes karaoke.
He's cute.
OHO!
I texted him, and lo & behold, he had NOT eaten dinner yet! So, we met at ESM, because I knew he was a pasta freak. We talked about ridiculous things. We talked about important things. We talked about things we understood. We talked about things that baffled us. All in all, it was a good night.
Then... it seemed to be time to leave the restaurant. The waiter was kind of a macho jackass who didn't much like waiting. Sean took it upon himself to pay. I'm sure it was expensive. Damn. Anyway, I thought we might go down to Swizzles. Sean mentioned that he had to drop by the condo he had been staying at to wash the bedding, as the people were returning to their home Monday morning and would be wanting their house back intact. So, I suggested we stop by on the way to the bar.
The condo was BEAUTIFUL. No, you don't understand. It was like a $1000 a night hotel room, but someone's HOUSE. The furniture and carpet were WHITE. That's kinda chintzy, but whatever, there were plants - it looked lived in. Fancy kitchen, fancy bathroom, fancy bedroom. Wow. Giant TV. So Sean throws the stuff in the wash, and gathers up all the garbage. We leave (he won't let me carry anything) and he locks the door. Goes to the garbage chute and punches the pizza box until it finally agrees to go down the slide. (Bad pizza box!). We descend the elevator. Sean can't find his keys. Where are the keys? Oh yes, down the garbage chute.
Sean's borrowed condo keys, his NEW apartment keys (both sets), mail key, office keys, keys to his parents' house in Montréal... everything except his car key which was on another chain. Sean freaked out. It was hilaricute(WORD OF THE DAY). I laughed and apologized and laughed again. We scoured the basement / parkade until we found the garbage room - which was locked (of course). We had to leave the building (& be locked out) because the super was in the next complex - but he wasn't home (of course). So there was a number on the wall for emergency and Sean called it. 3 calls later, someone said they would come... but we wouldn't be allowed in the garbage room - it's a giant bin, very dangerous!
But things turned out ok, as I knew they would (somehow). The super showed up WITH Sean's keys which had apparently fallen directly on TOP of the garbage bag. (And no-one else had chucked anything else on top of it in the hour we were waiting.) We followed this adventure up with Sean's first trip to a gay bar. It was fun.
Guess what?
Sean's single.
He doesn't smoke.
He goes to church.
He has a good job.
He has a car.
He's funny.
He's not stupid.
He plays pool.
He likes karaoke.
He's cute.
OHO!