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| sunday, july 1, 2001 |
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Dirty, Acorn, and I met up for pho today. These two are like brothers to me (who also happen to share birthdays within a week from me). No one picks on me as much as these two, and though I see them about once every three months, they are two of my closest guy friends. Of course, they think I�m a bit zany and on the liberal side and probably wonder how they got mixed up with a girl like me (it�s a long story but we met in college and life has never been the same since). But they�ve been there for me in many ways throughout the years we�ve known each other. Which is the only reason why I�ll put up with their abuse.
Dirty: You dork!!
Me: I�m 24-years-old and I�ve been called that every day of my life. It�s getting old.
Dirty: Fine, I have to find you a new name.
Me: You can try, but everything in the Guinness Book of World Geeks and Dorks have already been reserved for me.
Dirty: You dork!!
Me: Haha.
I�m trying to set Dirty up with a friend of mine. In turn, he and Acorn are attempting to set me up with their 6�3� friend in San Jose, California. He�s originally from this area, and I happen to know his younger sister. His name even rings a bell in my head, but I�m sure I would have noticed a Korean male who stood 6�3�. But the idea of Acorn and Dirty setting the two of us up is absolutely ridiculous.
Me: Hello?? I�m moving up north. Not west to Cali.
Dirty: Well obviously you�re moving in the wrong direction.
So Dirty and Acorn are going on and on about how great this guy in Cali is and how he and I would be perfect together.
Acorn: Both of you are Korean. Both of you are Christian. Both of you are tall. You�re 5�8�, right?
Me: No! I�m 5�7�. You already know that, but you always think I�m 5�8�.
Acorn: No way. You�re 5�8�.
Acorn insists that I�m 5�8� because he�s an inch taller than me. So that would make him 5�9� instead of 5�8�. Does that one inch really make a difference?
Dirty says there are a lot of great guys, but this guy in Cali is someone he really looks up to and admires. That's a high compliment to pay to anyone and for someone to say something like that says a lot about your character. Too bad the guy is in Cali. But Acorn and Dirty don�t think the distance matters, and I shouldn`t let a minor detail like geography stand in the way.
Dirty: You�re going to visit California again soon, right?
Me: I don�t know. I hope so.
Dirty: Well, he�ll be happy to show you around next time you go.
Me: What?! Excuse me, but the next time I go to California I plan on hanging out with my friends . . . people I know. What am I supposed to do? Just show up at his front door, knock, and say, �Hello, my friends sent me over.�
Dirty: (with his slick smile) Nah. We�ll give you a care package to take along with you.
I *scoff*. As if that would make it any less awkward. I feel like they�re some cheap dating service and they�re hooking me up with one of their esteemed clients. No thank you.
Me: Ok. It�s time to drop the subject. It�s not gonna happen.
(Dirty and Acorn briefly glance at each other.)
Dirty: Umm. Well we kind of already told him about you.
Acorn: Yeah. Told him we have this tall, kind of obnoxious, loud friend.
Me: (I give him the evil eye.) I�m not obnoxious! I�ve calmed down a lot in the past couple years.
Acorn: Umm. Yeah. Sure.
Dirty: Nah. We told him great things about you.
Me: (shaking my head) I can�t believe you guys.
When I say I�m going to set my friends up, I�m partially kidding. I�ll give it a thought and if they meet, they meet. And if they click, they click. Great. But I certainly don�t go to the extremes some of my friends do. Like sending me to some stranger�s door in California with a care package. I�m surprised they didn�t also suggest I wear a bikini and high heels.
But then I remembered we were eating. And I`m sure none of us wanted to lose our appetite at the thought.
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