Jon have two main modes of social interaction. We dub these "The Way" and "Not The Way". "The Way" is how to act when there is a girl of potential interest about. "Not The Way" includes grabbing each other in various places and being vaguely [and not so vaguely] homosexual. "The Way" is how to act to impress a girl, or at least not embarrass yourself, while "Not The Way" is just not caring.
There's this girl at Lacy's college, Carrie, who Lacy sort-of-maybe wants to hook me up with. Now, last night, we all [Jon, Lacy, and I] go out to Denny's with Carrie and two other friends of Lacy's, Dave and Katy. I proceed to drink shots of maple syrup, including one syrup-and-butter mixed shot.
This is totally not The Way, as Lacy and Jon point out to me as soon as we've left. Oops. But I don't really see this as a grievous offense. Sure, I was being stupid, but it's not like I was grabbing Jon's crotch... Well, I wasn't at that particular moment, anyway.
Today was another all-urban-camouflage day, which obviously falls under "Not The Way". 'Cause no one respects the idiot walking around in spring wearing greyscale camouflage. But we didn't hang out with Carrie today anyway, so it don't make no nevermind.
From the two times I've met Carrie [the Better Than Ezra concert in September and last night at Denny's], I don't have much of an impression of her. She seems cool and all, and she's cute. She's got that southern accent that drives me crazy, in that good way. Plus, she's Lacy's friend, a weighty endorsement. But I'm not going to get my hopes up here. Besides, Jon and I are only here until Friday morning. What's the point?
Oh, the angst.