Monday, November 21, 2005

this doesn't happen OR if the pizza guy can do it, anybody can

Brooke has a book full of coupons for local restaurants. BOGO, half off, $ amounts off, etc. We got $100 from rent.com (on a pre-paid Visa debit card) for using them to find our apartment. Put the two together, and you've got me and Brooke having a ball on zero money of our own. Probably the best deal in the coupon book is the Dominoes Pizza BOGO. Buy any large pizza and get a second of equal or lesser value for free. You know what that means: A pizza a piece. That's like 3 or 4 meals each for the price of one large pizza (paid for by rent.com). So we've been eating a lot pizza and making a lot of nights Blockbuster nights (we have coupons for them too).

Saturday night was just such a night. We swung by Dominoes to put in our order with Isaac, who took our order last weekend as well. Then we went to Blockbuster to pick up a movie ("Drop Dead Gorgeous"=hilarious...especially the "Don't Cry Out Loud" part. Watch it. You will pee.) before returning to the DP for our pies.

The topic of conversation for the evening was:
Why don't boys ask us out? We're cute, fun, intelligent, snappy dressers. It just doesn't make sense. Do we put out a "don't bother" vibe?
We were perplexed. We got home, however, to find a little surprise in our pizza. Well...my pizza. Tucked inside the box was a little slip of paper from Isaac the pizza guy, folded in half. On the outside, it said, "For Elizabeth," which I can only assume he got from the rent.com Visa debit card because we've certainly never exchanged names, and if we had, I wouldn't have told him it was Elizabeth. I would have told him it was Carly or Jessica or something else not remotely related to my real name. Anywho, on the inside, it had his name, phone number and email address.
Excuse me? Right. This just doesn't happen. Not to me. Not unless it's Luis, the road construction worker or high guy on the subway who stands way too close to me as he compliments my eyes. Ok, so maybe this does happen to me. Maybe it happens a lot that complete strangers make lame attempts to hit on me. But maybe I'm not interested in them.
And maybe if the pizza guy has enough guts to make a move, anybody can do it.

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