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As someone who seems to specialize in unrequited love, I have to say that this is pretty much my dream story:
It took my friend Tracy cornering E in the bathroom at a massive Halloween party for anything to actually begin. "You know Cord basically loves you, right?" Tracy asked. "He's just a total pussy." And I was, because when Tracy told me what she'd done, the most I could muster when I saw E was, "I, uh, like you like more than friends," and that I could only do because I'd had two forties. It felt like my heart grew to twice its size when she responded, "I'm kind of obsessed with you."
Read the whole piece, written by Cord Jefferson, over at The Awl. You'll be glad you did.
One night last week, I met my friend J. for a drink (or three) at a bar (or two). Between bars, we stopped and got sausage sandwiches at Rosamunde's, then took them next door to Toronado, a divey bar that has probably the best beer list in all of San Francisco. Of course, the bar was full. Not packed, but full enough that we knew better than to try to find a table all our own.
"We could sit with those guys," I said, gesturing imprecisely and awkwardly with a beer in one hand and a sausage sandwich in the other. J. went up to two guys at the table right in front of the one I meant.
"Do you mind if we share your table?" she asked. They said that their friends were coming back in.
"How about that table behind them?" I said. Those guys did not have any returning friends, so we sat down, starting eating our delicious sandwiches, and started chatting. One of the guys had just quit his job in a now-or-never moment in order to pursue a dream project (he wouldn't tell us what it was, despite the fact that I offered to sign an NDA on the back of a bar coaster). We raved about the pastries at Tartine and envied the other guy, who lived around the corner from that bakery. It was a fun night--the kind of night that made me deeply appreciate those times when people are willing to share their space with strangers. It opens up some fun conversations.
J. and I, still employed, got up to leave around 10. The cuter of the two guys asked if we'd still be there when he got back from the bathroom, and I said yes. As he left, his friend pulled a GENIUS move! He said, "OK, let's exchange contact info," and passed J. his cell phone so she could enter it herself. SO SMART! I handed that guy my iPhone, entered my info in his, and then his friend came back. I handed him my iPhone, and said, "We're doing a do-it-yourself contact info exchange."
He handed me his Motorola Droid. I was befuddled.
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