Last night I met Gordon at Cha Cha Cha in the Haight. I got there a few minutes early and got a chance to chat with the 2 bartenders and a guy to my right, and they were cool.
I had a bad feeling that I was not going to be into Gordon and for the first time I actually contemplated ditching the date. But the little Catholic guilt inside me stood up and said NO! YOU WILL MEET GORDON! and so I did. He's not my type, my little inward sense was correct.
After 1.5 hours of small talk and a little food and beer, we walked out of there. Standing just outside, we both said thanks, it was nice to meet you, and then we both nodded and walked away. There was no way we were a match and neither of us was going to pretend. It was 8:30 and I went home to watch I Shouldn't Be Alive on the Discovery channel.
THE SHOES
Three people live upstairs in the 2 BR flat...Greg, Sarah, and Nicole, and they have been there for six months. I'm thinking two of them must be a couple because last week I got woken up at 2:51am to some serious bedspring commotion in the room above my bedroom, but I don't actually know what their deal is.
What I do know is when they moved in they put no less than 10 potted plants outside on and around the stoop, and there was a bunch of crap in a milk crate and some broken boards and other junk sitting outside their front door for about a month until I finally said something about it. I saw Greg outside and asked if he wouldn't mind clearing off the landing...where our front doors are...because I like that to be free of clutter. He said he would talk to the others about it. A few days later I saw Sarah, and I made the same request, but still nothing happened. On the weekend, I picked up the milk crate and other crap and moved them to the side of the house behind the dumpsters and I left them a note. That didn't go over very well, I'm afraid.
They were all outside when I came home and Greg spoke for their team, saying he didn't think it was right that I moved their things. Sorry, I said, but I mentioned it a couple of times and nothing happened. I don't mind you putting the plants around the steps as long as they are neat, but let's keep the entry clear. They said OK and the situation seemed to be resolved, but then the shoes started showing up outside.
It was just one pair of shoes, but then there was another pot with dirt and a dead plant in it, and then there was some kind of tube of something, and it wasn't going away. It was there for 2 months, and every day when I would come home I would look at those fucking shoes and wonder why they had to be there. So the other night I wrote a note asking if they wouldn't mind clearing the landing again. I could hear Greg come home some time after ten and he was obviously pissed because he slammed the door and threw the note in front of my door. The shoes were moved but THEN THEY GOT MOVED BACK before the end of the night. Now they are there with the dead plant and the tube of whatever and I am being challenged to be really Zen about it when what I really want to do is throw that shit in the dumpster.
I had a bad feeling that I was not going to be into Gordon and for the first time I actually contemplated ditching the date. But the little Catholic guilt inside me stood up and said NO! YOU WILL MEET GORDON! and so I did. He's not my type, my little inward sense was correct.
After 1.5 hours of small talk and a little food and beer, we walked out of there. Standing just outside, we both said thanks, it was nice to meet you, and then we both nodded and walked away. There was no way we were a match and neither of us was going to pretend. It was 8:30 and I went home to watch I Shouldn't Be Alive on the Discovery channel.
THE SHOES
Three people live upstairs in the 2 BR flat...Greg, Sarah, and Nicole, and they have been there for six months. I'm thinking two of them must be a couple because last week I got woken up at 2:51am to some serious bedspring commotion in the room above my bedroom, but I don't actually know what their deal is.
What I do know is when they moved in they put no less than 10 potted plants outside on and around the stoop, and there was a bunch of crap in a milk crate and some broken boards and other junk sitting outside their front door for about a month until I finally said something about it. I saw Greg outside and asked if he wouldn't mind clearing off the landing...where our front doors are...because I like that to be free of clutter. He said he would talk to the others about it. A few days later I saw Sarah, and I made the same request, but still nothing happened. On the weekend, I picked up the milk crate and other crap and moved them to the side of the house behind the dumpsters and I left them a note. That didn't go over very well, I'm afraid.
They were all outside when I came home and Greg spoke for their team, saying he didn't think it was right that I moved their things. Sorry, I said, but I mentioned it a couple of times and nothing happened. I don't mind you putting the plants around the steps as long as they are neat, but let's keep the entry clear. They said OK and the situation seemed to be resolved, but then the shoes started showing up outside.
It was just one pair of shoes, but then there was another pot with dirt and a dead plant in it, and then there was some kind of tube of something, and it wasn't going away. It was there for 2 months, and every day when I would come home I would look at those fucking shoes and wonder why they had to be there. So the other night I wrote a note asking if they wouldn't mind clearing the landing again. I could hear Greg come home some time after ten and he was obviously pissed because he slammed the door and threw the note in front of my door. The shoes were moved but THEN THEY GOT MOVED BACK before the end of the night. Now they are there with the dead plant and the tube of whatever and I am being challenged to be really Zen about it when what I really want to do is throw that shit in the dumpster.
posted by Ponygirl at 9:34 AM
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