Work has been busy lately so when I finally had a Friday with no pressing issues, I took advantage of it to chat with some of my coworkers. Chatted with M. She seems to have an innocence to her, but something in her eyes hints at worldly knowledge buried deep lest anyone should see and think poorly of her. She likes to laugh and it makes me happy to hear it. I've told her jokes and stories before so I spent some time catching up and laughing with her.
Later in the day S came to my desk to ask for some help with Excel. She's a lot country and almost half my age but for some reason we hit it off as friends. It's weird, most of our conversations sound like girlfriends chatting about relationships. She is very cute and I wish the best for her. She reminds me of my sister, long dark hair, vibrant shining eyes and an excitement about the world and what it holds. Maybe I'm reliving some of my youth by talking with her about her life. In any case it seems to be therapeutic for both of us. We ended up talking until after 7pm at work, more than two hours after we should have gone home. It's amazing how I feel the need to leave when some people show up and how comfortable I am with others.
After leaving work, faced with the option of going home to an empty house and watching a DVD while I ate dinner, I decided instead to go grab a beer and a pizza and chat with the very cute and tattooed assistant manager there. Talking to him always cheers me up and I didn't want to spend my Friday night being bored. When I pulled up the parking lot was full. I walked in the door expecting to take a seat at the bar so I could chat with the staff and other patrons but it was almost totally full. Normally I would have taken a table, my shyness overpowering my need for social interaction, but S indicated an empty seat between a very pretty young woman and guy drinking a huge mug of beer.
I am happy to say that I chose to sit at the bar, sliding in between people that I didn't know. I thought the woman next to me was cute and sat there trying to think of something to say that wouldn't immediately put me in the 'creepy bar dude' category. Now I KNOW the best way to open a conversation is to say: "Hello, my name is D. What's yours?". However, when sitting next to a gorgeous person that always seems so lame and bland. So like an idiot, I sat there, trying to come up with something better. In the end, some higher power took pity on me and she turned to me saying: "Hello, my name is L. What's yours?". In hind sight, it didn't sound so lame or bland coming from her lips.
I spent the next two and a half hours talking to L. and the other patrons at the Bar. There was an Insurance salesman who was into guns, apparently a common thing here in Georgia. His girlfriend a teacher. A lawyer who, as it happens, works at the same corporation that I do. The guy sitting next to me who didn't reveal his occupation but who drives more than 10 miles just to eat at this pizza place. I have to admit, it is VERY good pizza and I would drive across town to eat here too. And of course, L., the beautiful placement agent. We talked about guns, the inadequacy of certain law enforcement when dealing with emergency calls and their willingness to stake out intersections to ticket folks who don't stop completely before proceeding across the residential street. We talked about many things and in the end I had an entertaining evening.
If you are ever in Atlanta and want to have a good time, Corner Pizza is the place to go. The assistant manager has some interesting tattoos and the Pizza is the best in the city. I'm pretty sure he doesn't work there on Sundays and Mondays, so if you come for the tats, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are better days to catch him. The crowds are always entertaining on Fridays and Saturdays.
Later in the day S came to my desk to ask for some help with Excel. She's a lot country and almost half my age but for some reason we hit it off as friends. It's weird, most of our conversations sound like girlfriends chatting about relationships. She is very cute and I wish the best for her. She reminds me of my sister, long dark hair, vibrant shining eyes and an excitement about the world and what it holds. Maybe I'm reliving some of my youth by talking with her about her life. In any case it seems to be therapeutic for both of us. We ended up talking until after 7pm at work, more than two hours after we should have gone home. It's amazing how I feel the need to leave when some people show up and how comfortable I am with others.
After leaving work, faced with the option of going home to an empty house and watching a DVD while I ate dinner, I decided instead to go grab a beer and a pizza and chat with the very cute and tattooed assistant manager there. Talking to him always cheers me up and I didn't want to spend my Friday night being bored. When I pulled up the parking lot was full. I walked in the door expecting to take a seat at the bar so I could chat with the staff and other patrons but it was almost totally full. Normally I would have taken a table, my shyness overpowering my need for social interaction, but S indicated an empty seat between a very pretty young woman and guy drinking a huge mug of beer.
I am happy to say that I chose to sit at the bar, sliding in between people that I didn't know. I thought the woman next to me was cute and sat there trying to think of something to say that wouldn't immediately put me in the 'creepy bar dude' category. Now I KNOW the best way to open a conversation is to say: "Hello, my name is D. What's yours?". However, when sitting next to a gorgeous person that always seems so lame and bland. So like an idiot, I sat there, trying to come up with something better. In the end, some higher power took pity on me and she turned to me saying: "Hello, my name is L. What's yours?". In hind sight, it didn't sound so lame or bland coming from her lips.
I spent the next two and a half hours talking to L. and the other patrons at the Bar. There was an Insurance salesman who was into guns, apparently a common thing here in Georgia. His girlfriend a teacher. A lawyer who, as it happens, works at the same corporation that I do. The guy sitting next to me who didn't reveal his occupation but who drives more than 10 miles just to eat at this pizza place. I have to admit, it is VERY good pizza and I would drive across town to eat here too. And of course, L., the beautiful placement agent. We talked about guns, the inadequacy of certain law enforcement when dealing with emergency calls and their willingness to stake out intersections to ticket folks who don't stop completely before proceeding across the residential street. We talked about many things and in the end I had an entertaining evening.
If you are ever in Atlanta and want to have a good time, Corner Pizza is the place to go. The assistant manager has some interesting tattoos and the Pizza is the best in the city. I'm pretty sure he doesn't work there on Sundays and Mondays, so if you come for the tats, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are better days to catch him. The crowds are always entertaining on Fridays and Saturdays.