Posts tagged ‘high school’

Meal For Deux

when i have nothing to do, my mind wanders, and today all i could think about was that i really want to go out on a date.  nothing special, maybe a trip to the zoo or a museum.  because, frankly, it’s been a while.  i’ve never asked anyone out before, so i’m hoping someone sees this and does the work for me. but no movie…not a first date.  that just provides more time for me to get nervous and freak out inside my head.  it happened one time in high school, and from that day forward i promised to never do that again.

so instead of a date, a cooked a meal for two…

bazilla and ruz (aka peas and rice for all you non-arabic speaking readers)

1 tsp oil
1/2 lb ground turkey (or beef)
1/2 onion, diced
1 small can tomato sauce
1 can peas

brown turkey and sweat onions in oil till meat is cooked through. then add can of peas and tomato sauce. let it come to a simmer then serve over rice.
 and ate it all myself (but don’t worry it was mostly veggies…).


September 21, 2008 at 6:41 pm Leave a comment

Set Ups


I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the best guys any women can meet is through her friends.  This is how I’ve met a few guys, but with me it’s a little tricky.  I hate being set up; I did it once, it crashed and burned unlike any other relationship I’ve had (although that was high school when relationships consisted of no real commitment).  However, I still like meeting guys through my friends….so I know what you’re wondering…”how do you do it?”  I walk into the situation blindly.

I know, I hear you….”how is that possible?”…well I’ll tell you.  If a guy likes me my friends don’t tell me.  Instead they invite him out with us and let things happen on their own.  Because if they did tell me I would immediately not be interested.  Yes it’s strange, I know, but it’s how my brain works (I guess the female mind is pretty complicated).  I guess it’s because I get a little creeped out and wonder why.  But I’m not sure, I can’t even explain it to myself. 

In the most recent case of this my roommate didn’t tell me until several days later.  I was like, oh that’s weird how that worked out (actually believing in fairy tale type situations), when she explained the real deal.  At first I was mad she didn’t tell me, but then I realized it wouldn’t have worked if I did know before hand.  Why do I make things so difficult for myself?

P.S. Anyone else a fan of the show Blind Date?

March 30, 2008 at 9:18 pm 2 comments