tonight at dinner

tonight my mom asked me if becky was hustling *****. i asked my mom what she thought that meant. she said it meant dating. i told her i didnt think that was a term for dating. prostitution maybe. dating no. but what do i know. maybe when my mom was growing up hustling meant dating. i decided to see if my aunt ever wrote to me about hustling. she likes to talk to me about dating. i didnt find anything about hustling but she wrote me an email on November 16, 2003, entitled boys boys boys so i figured it was probably a good source on comparative dating. as it turns out it kind of was. this is what it did said:

Nat!

you are a dating machine! it sounds like the guys from canterberry place are at least not shy. if you didn't have all those other guys distracting you, you could take a chance. but, at this stage who needs it?

i just talked to emily. she says that you have been taking such good care of her. feeding her, getting her dates with hth....etc etc.

i hear that you are seeing ***** tonight and might try for a big "k" (kiss). you have my blessing. i don't think girls get to kiss as much as we did because...i don't know why....you tell me.

good luck with all the boys, especially *****. let me know how it goes. have you kissed him before or is this new territory?

love,
auntie v


yeah i was a dating machine in november of 2003. it was sort of a big month for me. but that is beside the point. back when my mom was "hustling" was she big "k"ing more than i am? what if the late 50's-early 70's were the best years for dating/making out and i totally missed them. oh and in case anyone was wondering i didnt kiss ***** that night. but if it had been the 50s i probably would have. my grandma used to tell me all sorts of tales about the late 20s to mid 30s. i mean her first make out was at a ward activity. wanna know what happened at my last ward activity? a boy actually ran away from me (skated). basically i think dating is less fun these days (recent decades) but everyone pretends like its way more fun. pretenders.

i am watching everyone loves raymond. robert is so awesome. his ex girlfriend amy made her date speed through robert's speed trap so that she could seem him. and then she went over to robert's and confessed that it was her plan. they had sex and she lost her virginity. who saw that coming?

cpk is not for me

i've never been one to "put myself out there" or "proactively flirt." but one day i went with a friend to california pizza kitchen, which always makes me feel better about myself thanks to the thai crunch salad. this particular day, i was not only feeling better about myself but i was also feeling mighty out-of-character/brave/delusional...or if you choose to use your own adjective, that works too. our waiter was a strapping young man (which means he was cute in non-romance noval terminology)

i decided while munching on my edamame that i was going to poo-poo my non-proactive ways and flat out ask this waiter out. the problem with putting your mind to something is that you tend to ignore other things along the way...like for example, the way this waiter stood, or batted his eyes, or had an earring in his right ear...i didn't notice though - i was determined. i approached him and said something to the cheesy effect of "hey, i'm not sure if you're dating someone but if not, do you want to go out to dinner sometime?" and he said something to the lispy effect of "no, i'm not dating anybody and dinner would be fun. i hope you don't mind that i like boys." (maybe he used the word "gay" but i'll remember my story how i want). (p.s. i would strongly recommend clicking on that link and then listening to the pronunciation). i'm pretty sure i said something like "of course you are" and walked away. i really don't even think i said goodbye or anything...

so that's it - i've never made strong initial flirt actions again. the worst part is that my mom was in town the next weekend and wanted to go to cpk. we had the same waiter and my mom said something to the effect of "he's cute - you should ask him out." thanks mom