Waiting tables was fun today, and I did pretty well for a brunch shift. All of my tables were nice, and all of them except one tipped 20%. My charm was on full blast and the week off from the place definitely did me well.
Afterwards, I went to the gym and then headed back to Fell's Point to pick up the dog, who had stayed at the Polish Girl's house during my vacation. She loves dogs and even made tongue-in-cheek rumbles of wanting to keep him past the week. When I picked him up, she convinced me to go out with her to Thirsty Dog Pub, where she bought me a belated birthday dinner even as I insisted that I should be the one taking her out to eat for taking care of my dog. She told me that she would pay me to take care of Holden, and I let her win an argument that I wouldn't have let her win during the school year when I was getting paid.
It's nothing new for me to rave about the food at this place, but I'll do it again: I have no idea how this place even makes money, it's so cheap, yet the food is amazing. Their Hearts Afire palm salad is the food of the gods, and it costs $6.50. We split a salad and a pizza and had a couple of their very good beers, and Holden was his dashing self. My "girlfriend," the longtime waitress who works Sunday nights, gave me a hug when I arrived and was her usual charming self (even though I felt less special about the hug when I saw her give about five more throughout the course of the night).
Dinner with Polish Girl was great. She's witty as hell, never failing to make a joke at the expense of her heritage, me, or the dog. Since I heard about the Polish Girl and the Chef, there's an elephant in the room when I talk to her. Nothing has been mentioned, and everything's still hush-hush to the point where I wonder if maybe I was too drunk the night I heard for it to be true. She keeps talking about a "friend," though, one that she's going on vacation with and one who helped walk Holden, and I'm pretty sure it's got to be him. And they're both good people, so I'm happy about that.
Today, for some reason, I was struck by the fact that I can talk with her and joke with her more than with just about anyone, and this is no small feat since she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Today, for example, I told her a very long and convuluted dirty joke in which I have to use a German accent, and I'm one of the worst people ever for picking up on an accent. It was, I'm sure, horrendous, but I was comfortable enough to tell it and she laughed and laughed at it. I'm not sure why I can talk with her without getting tongue-tied, yet cannot seem to strike up a conversation with other pretty girls. I try to remember how our friendship started, and what it was like to talk to her when I didn't really know her, and how our friendship progressed, but I can't rememember the details. I've always been a little infatuated with her, so it's not like this is something that developed over time. I don't know, maybe I had more confidence two years ago than I do now, or maybe because I know she's seen me at my lowest (post eye surgery bloody gauze and eyepatches, for example) that makes me feel we're close. Basically, I wish I could get where I'm at with her with others that I might have a better chance of developing something more than just friendship.
I also think I need to take Holden to Thirsty Dog some more. Women were flocking all to him like moths to a flame.
By the way, tag this one under the ironic title of "Baltimore's Most Eligible Bachelor" as well.
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