friendship built by dip

Got stuck at the GUJ Monday night until nearly 8pm. And straight off, let me just tell you that I swear it has nothing to do with my new found respect for the audio book. ;)

So, I’m a total reader. But lately I’m realizing that I read about 80% chick lit (ok, 90). I love chick lit, it’s like the equivalent of a one night stand; quick, dirty if you’re lucky and no one has to know about it. (see-4 Friday nights ago, my apartment) But occasionally I bump into men who actually read for fun, like me and realize that boys who read, read real books, not the one’s with pink covers speckled with pretty shoes. So, In order to make my rampant fantasy sessions about Boy A feasible it’s time to expand my horizons. The most recent fantasy goes as follows; we sit out on the dock at my cottage, wrapped in wool blankets, post coital (obviously) discussing a book we’ve both just read, I’m saying very intellectual things and he stars at me completely floored that he’s found someone who’s so smart and beautiful. Cue cheesy 80’s romantic music and bring in the saxophone solo.

I told you I read too much chick lit. Ok, back to reality.

So in order to allow myself to continue to read chick lit at night, I’ve taken to listening to audio books while I’m working. Brilliant, I know. So I started with Margaret Atwood’s a handmaid’s tale mostly because she’s Canadian. But also because I figured that after all the trash I’ve filled my brain with lately maybe I should try balancing it out with a bit of feminist literature. It was definitely an interesting story. I liked the idea, but to be quite honest, the sex scenes left me wanting more. Lol…. And in the end I just couldn’t identify with the main character. She wasn’t bold enough.

So Monday I started Angels and Demon’s by Dan Brown. I’m proud to say that I read Divinci Code before it was a craze and in a mere 2 days. Loved it, but when the craziness of the book took over the world, I couldn’t bring myself to read Angels and Demon’s, out of spite I suppose. It’s the same reason that I haven’t read A million Little Pieces by James Frey. Personally I don’t care if it’s autobiographical or something he pulled out of a wet dream. I just couldn’t stand that everyone was talking about it. Anyways, I started A&D Monday and I’ve gotten nothing done. I catch myself staring off into space, mouth agape, completely lost in what I’m hearing. But I am LOVING this book. I’m on disk 2 of 6 and I don’t ever want it to end.

So anyways, for completely unrelated reasons (ahem) I didn’t get out of the office until 8ish on Monday night. I raced home where I met Nate who was tap, tap, tapping his foot at the door. We jumped in my car and headed for Yonge and Eglington to have dinner at his brothers house where he lives with his girlfriend. This dinner date, as it were, was cooked up while inebriated Sunday night at a fashion show. They invited us and we were just drunk enough and high on fashion that we accepted. Not to say that we don’t like them, or free food (please) but we don’t like pretending to be a couple. Which is exactly what we were doing when we showed up smiling with a bottle of wine and sat around a table making small talk all night. Sigh. I need a real boyfriend… Boy A better call soon. I promise to award him a name if he does.

Nate’s family is amazing. His mother passed when he was quite young back in the 80’s and his father remarried a women who had a child previously with a black Spanish man who pulled the old ‘dick and dash’. So, Nate and his sister have a black brother. Which I think is just about the coolest thing on the planet. And he is dating a girl from Poland who is the sweetest thing ever. Now this may be the homemade spinach and 4 cheese dip she made as an appetizer talking but if I wasn’t so apposed to female friendships I’d recruit her to be my new best friend.

So a few bottles of wine later and Nate and I are inviting them over to our place next Tuesday to return the favour. ‘I’ll cook lasagna!!’ I heard myself saying happily while inside I’m cringing . What an idiot. My mother is going to have to make sure she’s home and Rogers better be ready for my phone bill because the only way I’m getting my foot out of my mouth this time is with careful phone instructions. I mean, what is even in a lasagna?? I know there’s cottage cheese… or is it feta…?

No one gets herself into more sticky situations than… JASG