I have the weirdest stories . . .

I was perusing my old e-mails (I've neglected my hotmail account so long that I had 48 pages in my regular inbox (I'm down to 25 now!)) and found this gem of a story:

So, the phone rings at work and I answer like I always do--"Creamery on Ninth, Naazju speaking, how can I help you?" And it's a guy wondering if we've gotten his application and can he get an interview? "Let me connect you with one of our managers." So I go down to the office and tell Anna she has a phone call. All the managers are there (they are actually in the middle of doing interviews) and I'm great friends with all of them, so I stay and chat for, like, two minutes while Anna is on the phone--and we kind of listen in. He's aking her what the job description is, what kind of perks you get (the only one is 50% off of our meals up to $5 a day--whopee), etc. Finally, he asks something like, do any Hispanics work there? Anna responds, "yes, we have a couple, and actually, one is sitting right in front of me, her name is Naazju, would you like to speak with her?" So she hands me the phone and says, "I think he doesn't understand something and wants it explained in Spanish." So I say, "this is Naazju, how can I help you?"
"Were you the one that answered the phone earlier?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, I thought you might be Hispanic, because you said my name correctly." [It's Pablo Gutierrez]
"Okay."
"Well, I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime."
"What?!" [Please note that I really did say that into the phone and my co-workers teased me about it for months.]
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime."
"I guess so."
"Great, I have an interview there on Friday at 7:00, would you like to meet me at 7:15? Then we can eat there [yeah, at my work!] and your manager says you have, like, a coupon or a discount? Like, a 2 for 1 deal? We can use that when we eat." [Yeah! My discount at my work!]
"Um, okay, I'll see you on Friday."
So I'm worried about it all week long--I mean, he's weird and I've never met him, and I'm teased about it all week long and everything. So I sign up to work on Friday night at 8:00. I figure that's a good 45 minutes, and if *I* want the date to continue I can just say something like, "I'm really sorry, I have to go to work, but we can hang out again tomorrow," or something really lame.
Friday night rolls around and I'm in the office with the managers waiting for him to show up. 7 o'clock. 7:15. 7:30. 7:45. Nothing. He missed his interview AND his date with me. Lol. I worked, it was good, yada yada.
The next Tuesday, I get a phone call while I'm not at work. My friend Annie answers it. It's Mr. Pablo (as we affectionately call him at work). He wanted to apologize for not coming in on Friday for the interview OR teh date, and gave his number to Annie to give to me so I could call him and we coul talk and set something else up, because he (thankfully!) has no other way of reaching me, except through work. Annie accidentally threw the number away. :)

Aw, yeah. I had completely forgotten about Mr. Pablo until I ran across that e-mail. Also, just to put it in perspective, this e-mail was sent just less than five years ago. :D But the story took place about five years ago exactly (it was right in between summer and fall semesters at the Y). And I'm still giggling! :D

Wisdom "from" Jane Austen

Two quotes from the new adaptation of Pride & Prejudice (they both happen in the same conversation in the opening dance).

"I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?"

and

"So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?"
"Dancing."

The first reminds me of a story: this one time, there was a guy that was interested in both me and my roommate. Anyway, to make a long story short, one morning, we woke up to a poem on our doorstep and, well, to make another long story short, it. . .wasn't. . .that. . .good. Which kind of made us like him less.

The second is true enough. I think I've blogged enough about music and dancing to not have to elaborate too much on this quote.

Mmm, I do love Jane Austen. Especially when there are at least six film adaptations and several copies of the books at hand. And now, I'm going to watch some more of good ol' P&P.

Not only do I overcomplicate life but life overcomplicates me.

Once upon a time (aka high school) I made the comment that my life was a soap opera and figured I could make a ton of money if I sold the rights to my life to some television company.

This past weekend, the sequel was released.

I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life in a 14-year-old world.

Growing up

My mother decided to interview me this evening, asking where I was going with my life and if things (namely a social life) were interfering with what was important. I gave a slightly blank stare (okay, it was probably extremely pointed, one of those looks that says "everyone is listening, please don't go where I think you're going with this") but to no avail. She proceeded to ask if I was doing things to prepare to become a wife and mother. And, to make it slightly more awkward in front of my poor father, included "are you dating?" as a part of this conversation. I understand that Mom is concerned, etc. but that doesn't make life easier when she asks about if I'm learning to cook meals (I've stayed alive the last several years, have I not?) and gone out on dates (well, it depends on if you're counting "going out on dates with guys that you're not remotely interested in" as dating). I let her know that yes, I can take care of myself and, on several occasions, I have cared for others and I also go on dates.

I don't even know why I'm posting this on the Internet, although it gives me some comfort that only friends are really allowed to access this (or would even think of doing so). I mean, what else can you say to your parents about being 24 and unmarried? "I'm sorry I've failed and that my next youngest sister has had to have all your grandchildren for you so far"? Or, "I've wondered the same thing, since I only got on about 2 dates a year and, more often than not, I have to ask a guy out for at least one of those dates"?

I think I'm starting to sound bitter, even when I don't feel that way.