Unexpected Random Company.
I had a dinner guest tonight – by a completely random turn of events. In December, a woman moved into the building with her pug. We chatted briefly one day when I was taking Little Filthy out for a walk. We seem to get home from work around the same time and so I’ve seen her a couple of times a week for the last few weeks. Today, we met in the mail room and talked about our dogs and how we’re both tired and hungry. I mentioned my lofty plan to make homemade chicken noodle soup tonight and she said, “That sounds good.” So I invited her over for dinner. It was random and weird.
She came over and we watched the tail end of American Idol and ate bowls of soup with some crackers. Little Filthy got to eat a carrot that had been used to make the stock yesterday so he was quite content, too. We talked for a couple of hours and she said she’d cook sometime and return the favor.
Unexpected Random Company = Fun.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:55 am
Very cool! Good for you for being spontaneous. I would have way over analyzed things and probably ended up chickening out. Spontaneity is something I’m working on.
Did Little Filthy have a date too?
January 23rd, 2008 at 9:26 am
How fun! Actually, reading this blog post was like watching a commercial on TV. Hehe. It could have only been better had you made a mad dash down the street to grab Mentos.
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:27 pm
I admire your spontaneity, too. Most often I assume that inviting a stranger into my living area will mean that I will be pillaged, raped, or killed. I wonder if that’s mainly because I am a woman. (A woman who’s decent with a firearm, but still!)
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:38 pm
Hi, Bev and Avitania,
It’s sort of funny that you’d mention spontaneity since I am probably not known for it. I’m getting much better at it, though.
I’m normally fairly iffy about having people in my place because I tend to be rather private but I figured if she got handsy I could handle it.
Little Filthy hasn’t had a date yet. He seems fairly content humping his toys.
-R.
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:39 pm
Lynchseattle – THE FRESHMAKER. I almost think that you now need a nickname in my blog and I think it would have to be THE FRESHMAKER.
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:42 pm
Well, that’s what I call him at home
Oops, was that oversharing?
*snicker*
January 23rd, 2008 at 8:17 pm
Nice.
The Freshmakah.
It sounds hardcore
January 24th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
She thinks you’re hot. Guarantee it. And if a woman came up to your apartment after just one invite – you must be hot!
In all seriousness, two of my greatest friendships were formed in the halls of my old apartment complex in Texas. We still keep in touch and the two guys (my friends) became good friends with each other and now live on the same street.