Hottie Waiters
So, Aunt G and I went to Olive Garden, and we had a great time. I got the Tuscan Chicken, and it was amazing. I reccomend it wholeheartedly. And the breadsticks, oh the breadsticks! I love the person who made them so good tonight. You are my favorite person in the whole restaurant. And whoever came up with that salad dressing should recieve the Nobel Prize for their contribution to the world. Forget about the person who can solve the Oil Crisis, give it to the guy who created the perfect salad dressing.
Plus...
We had a really hot waiter.
This guy was seriously hot. He looked like Deputy Leo with a little more of an edge. (Not so clean cut) Gorgeous eyes, great toothy smile, and a tight ass. I was practically drooling in my salad bowl when he left to put our order in.
It didn't take us that long to get a table. I was surprised, since it's a Friday night. Only about twenty, twentyfive minutes.
I saw Rich there. We chatted for a little before his table was called up. We both thought that it was really funny that we can't escape each other, since we see each other at least five days out of the week at work, and now, on our day off, we see each other in the A-town Olive Garden.
We did talk. She did have an ulterior motive, I suppose, because she and I talked about the family sitch, and about what happened between me and my cousin that has sparked such controversy and a familial civil war. It was theraputic to have someone else on my side, and to get some of it out to another person.
She doesn't think me evil for saying something in anger and hurt, at a time that I was already on edge emotionally. She also agrees that my cuz and I are adults, and that our parents should never have been dragged into this mess. At twenty years old, if I need Mommie and Daddy to resolve my issues, I may as well start investing in some cats and a nice housecoat, and plunk down next to dad and start watching the history channel. (Oh, wait! I already do that. Sans housecoat and the cat. I am not an animal person.)
We also talked about my writing, and the fact that I want to do it professionally somehow after college. It was nice, sharing that with her. I love writing, and I love it when other people love my writing. Sometimes I can't believe that people really like my stories. Ask my betas, I am so indecisive, and sometimes really insecure. That's why I need them. Not only do they fix my errors, but they also assure me that my stuff isn't crap! I love them both. They totally rock.
On the way down, we talked about guys, and the book 'He's Just Not That Into You.' I've never read it, but I've seen the Oprah eps that the writer guy has been on. He is awesome. I really like him. We chatted about the fact that it's pretty scary to be a member of my generation, with all the casual sex. I have never viewed sex as something casual. I never will. I was raised in a very Catholic household, with the morals and values that go along with that. And casual sex isn't one of those values that my parent's chose to teach me.
Gotta go, I have to take a walk to see if I can work off some of the lbs those breadsticks and pasta put on my thighs!
Katherine
Plus...
We had a really hot waiter.
This guy was seriously hot. He looked like Deputy Leo with a little more of an edge. (Not so clean cut) Gorgeous eyes, great toothy smile, and a tight ass. I was practically drooling in my salad bowl when he left to put our order in.
It didn't take us that long to get a table. I was surprised, since it's a Friday night. Only about twenty, twentyfive minutes.
I saw Rich there. We chatted for a little before his table was called up. We both thought that it was really funny that we can't escape each other, since we see each other at least five days out of the week at work, and now, on our day off, we see each other in the A-town Olive Garden.
We did talk. She did have an ulterior motive, I suppose, because she and I talked about the family sitch, and about what happened between me and my cousin that has sparked such controversy and a familial civil war. It was theraputic to have someone else on my side, and to get some of it out to another person.
She doesn't think me evil for saying something in anger and hurt, at a time that I was already on edge emotionally. She also agrees that my cuz and I are adults, and that our parents should never have been dragged into this mess. At twenty years old, if I need Mommie and Daddy to resolve my issues, I may as well start investing in some cats and a nice housecoat, and plunk down next to dad and start watching the history channel. (Oh, wait! I already do that. Sans housecoat and the cat. I am not an animal person.)
We also talked about my writing, and the fact that I want to do it professionally somehow after college. It was nice, sharing that with her. I love writing, and I love it when other people love my writing. Sometimes I can't believe that people really like my stories. Ask my betas, I am so indecisive, and sometimes really insecure. That's why I need them. Not only do they fix my errors, but they also assure me that my stuff isn't crap! I love them both. They totally rock.
On the way down, we talked about guys, and the book 'He's Just Not That Into You.' I've never read it, but I've seen the Oprah eps that the writer guy has been on. He is awesome. I really like him. We chatted about the fact that it's pretty scary to be a member of my generation, with all the casual sex. I have never viewed sex as something casual. I never will. I was raised in a very Catholic household, with the morals and values that go along with that. And casual sex isn't one of those values that my parent's chose to teach me.
Gotta go, I have to take a walk to see if I can work off some of the lbs those breadsticks and pasta put on my thighs!
Katherine
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