If I met you in real life, do you think we'd get along? Do you think we'd have anything to say to each other, or would we sit across the table (I imagine us having lunch at a bistro somewhere, surrounded by people full of joie de vivre) and glare at each other over the tops of our huge fruity drinks, each of us secretly hoping the other would poke his or her eye out with the little paper umbrella?
Would we be part of the aforementioned joie de vivre? Or would we be the pair with the menacing dark cloud hanging over our table, glowering down at us as we glowered across the table at each other?
Would we get along? Would we talk? Would we laugh? Would we be having such an absolute blast that we would want to order dessert (one for each of us -- we can split, but I won't share mine if you don't order one -- and please, I don't want to hear that you don't want dessert ... because that will just answer the question for me instantly, right here and now!)? Would we linger over coffee? Or would we just order cold appetizers and leave it at that?
Or maybe one of us would get to the jaunty little bistro first and sit at the table waiting in nail-biting anticipation for the other, glancing at our watch every two minutes, not even really checking the time at all but doing it out of sheer nervousness, the time not even registering but the feeling that we've been waiting way too long registering deep in our soon-to-be broken heart? Because the other chickened out somewhere along the way to the fun little bistro and decided it wasn't worth it, after all, to finally meet the other person who hitherto was only known via the comfortable anonymity of the internet?
Or would we meet and have a yabbadabbadoo time, a dabbadoo time, we'd have a gay old time?
P.S. Would we split the check? If so, would we argue over who had the extra shrimp on his or her plate and insist that that person pay the pro rated amount? Or would one of us graciously offer to pick up the tab for both of us?
Failed. Miserably. Bah! Fuckbug!
Offered by: Jodi on September 10, 2002 12:51 PMDid you pass?
Offered by: Sassy McSmartpants on September 10, 2002 9:50 AMtest
Offered by: Jodi on September 9, 2002 5:27 PMI think we'd dig one another. And I also think we'd manage to alienate every other person in the general viscinity with our having of the fun. We might even be asked to leave.
Dessert? Hell, let's get three and pass the plates around.
The check? I'll get it. Get me next time.
Offered by: Sassy McSmartpants on September 9, 2002 10:30 AMOf course we would adore each other, darling. If nothing else, we'd make two absolutely fabulous fag hags, and that alone provides bonding material for several lifetimes. Ta!
Offered by: Eyre ni Rhuth on September 8, 2002 12:00 PMWe would either adore or loathe each other.
There's a thin line between love and hate.
I have a feeling I'd adore you though, you spunk you.
Offered by: deliah on September 7, 2002 9:37 PMI think you would adore me. As well you should... :)
Offered by: Tess on September 7, 2002 5:13 PMImagine what it would be like if everyone on your list of Blogs got together at the same time?
Fascinating thought though would we get along in person...who says we get along now?
I choose E: whatever you want. ;)
Offered by: soullesssedative (chrismn) on September 7, 2002 5:44 AMAfter our chat on the phone today, I know we'd get on famously.
Due to the fact that both of us will be making our respective countries' Olympic teams, should high-speed synchronised talking ever become an Olympic sport
Offered by: Max on September 7, 2002 1:23 AMGod, I have no idea how it would go. I'm always worried when I meet someone for the first time that I'm just too bloody boring. But I am cheerful, I always have a laugh when I go out and, like Shannon, you may be tempted to kick me under the table because I'm also a ridiculously polite Canadian.
Offered by: Nancy on September 7, 2002 12:28 AMYou could have ALL the shrimp.....I'd order it just because I know you like it.....and I'd get you to look over at the table next to ours because THEY'RE the ones with the dark cloud and the poked eyeballs.
Damn, I gotta run. Being a nurse - I'm obligated to help people like that. Damn. It was such a nice lunch, too.
Offered by: Joan on September 7, 2002 12:26 AMI suppose you and I could get along through a lunch date Jodi. That is as long as you used proper english and my yammering and incessant cheerfulness didn't drive you to kick me repeated under the table until I left. ;)
Offered by: shannon on September 6, 2002 11:33 PMImpeccable (or close to impeccable) social skills are an absolute must if you are ever in my company!
Offered by: Jodi on September 6, 2002 9:38 PMYou know the paper umbrella thing? Like that, I would imagine. If I was drinking tap water, you'd flag down a waiter to have him bring me a paper umbrella, and then trick me into taking off my glasses.
Ted Kaczynski could teach me a thing or two about social skills.
Offered by: tim on September 6, 2002 9:31 PMYou know sometimes I do think "what would it be like if I met her?" and then I'd think "I'd get on her nerves with my picky-ness and lame obsverations in 20 min." It's not like I've done it before.
Offered by: Anita on September 6, 2002 8:07 PMDan: Yes, of course we can go bowling. Anytime you're in the city (meaning The City, meaning New York, meaning Manhattan), give me a "shout" and we'll go here.
Maddest of All Geniuii: I have NO doubt — NONE!!! — that we would be absolutely inseparable in Real Life. Siamese twins, indeed, joined at the tres chic, impossibly stylish, hipper than hip hip!
Offered by: Jodi on September 6, 2002 6:41 PMI am sitting here with my perfectly pressed Irish linen handkerchief wiping sincere tears of disappointment because you did not exclude me from this post.
While regular readers of Because I Say So! and Lucubrations of a Mad Genius do not need to be told that you and I would get along fabulously in person, there are those poor souls who may stray here for the first time and assume that we would clash or have nothing to talk about. Please children, perish the thought. Disabuse yourself of the notion if it has crossed your mind. She is my sister, she’s my brother…she’s my everything.
All is forgiven, but I need to put a splash of Bacardi in my orange-banana-mango smoothie. I think it will help.
Incidentally, I asked chef to prepare an all vegetarian, non-dairy lunch for us at Gotham. Perhaps a quick taxi ride to Teuscher’s for a truffe or two afterwards?
Offered by: Mad Genius on September 6, 2002 6:27 PMCan't we go bowling, or something?
Offered by: Dan the Goose on September 6, 2002 6:24 PMAbsolutely. Yabbadabbadoo to the nth power!
Offered by: Jodi on September 6, 2002 5:37 PMI'm sure we'd hate each other.
So are we still on for another lunch next week?
Offered by: Chris on September 6, 2002 5:31 PM
