Don't Forget the Flowers

I made sure to get out of work on time today, not like yesterday when I stayed past my shift to figure out what time I needed to clock out. Filled out the last few numbers, stuck my walkie on the charger, beep boop bop on the time clock and I was out. I raced home for a quick snack of meat-flavored noodles and Twizzlers Pull n' Peels and then set in for the preparations.

I wasn't nervous. That'd be silly. A date's a date. You go out, you have fun, get to know each other. I mean, more than anything, it was just an opportunity to get out of the apartment and do something. It's been the same mo-not-ony of work and coffee shop for days, weeks, months, years now. Any change of pace is nice.

I had to decide if I wanted it in three dimensions or two. I've been sitting on this giftcard to the movies for so long and I'd like to see Green Lantern no matter what the reviews are saying. I mean, it's a comic movie, I like comics. It's a match made in heaven.

After sitting and thinking for a bit, I forced myself to get up and carry the dishes into the kitchen. I ran some water into the bowl because those noodles will stick hard if you don't loosen them up. I put on some different clothes, vying for the cargo shorts. I know it's a date faux pas, but it's been pretty hot out. And I'm only going to like me for me regardless of what I'm wearing.

The best thing about going on a self-date, because that's the joke here, folks, is that you don't have to worry about impressing yourself or, on the flip side, disappointing yourself. I looked in the mirror at the black polo and white t-shirt with the rolling collar and was all like, "Eh." Let it roll.

I made the decision of whether or not to go to the movie by getting in my car and driving. And I ended up going to the coffee shop. I've just been so tired, I didn't want to fall asleep on myself in the movie. I mean, the only thing worse than going on a date with yourself is falling asleep on yourself. With yourself? The grammar of a self-date is definitely hard.

And now, here, I've had a bottle of Coke and a plate of chips and salsa. It's a cheap dish with a big payoff. I guess I'm a cheap date all around. I'll tell you one thing, though: I am guaranteed to get lucky tonight. Because I'm easy, too.