We met for lunch today and met at a grill. You would think that when you meet at a grill one of you would have something from the grill, but no. I had soup and salad, she had salad. I laughed because she got some kind of ranch dressing with a bit of spice, and after the pizza yesterday her mouth was still tender and it burned, so she returned it for some regular ranch.
I love watching her eat, maybe I will say more about that sometime, but I do love it. What she likes is laughing at me. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t eat lunch without getting something on my shirt. Every meal at some point ends up with something on my shirt. It’s happened so often now that it’s a joke. So I ordered tomato soup with basil. It was delicious, and I was very careful.
I managed to spill a drop of soup on my arm. I managed to drop some on my salad. But It wasnt until the very end of the meal, but I dropped one single drop that caught the edge of the table and two tiny drops, each no bigger than a period, reached my white shirt. DAMN. So she won.
The soup also have feta cheese sprinkled on the top and she told me to eat all of that away because she hated it and wanted a taste of my soup. No problem. But when she took a taste, there must have been a tiny piece of cheese there. She got a look on her face that made me laugh out loud. I thought she was going to wretch. Sorry I though it was funny. I felt bad but she was cute. I’ve never seen such a strong reaction to a little bit of cheese.
We talked and had a great time. One of her friends came an sat with us for just a moment and she introduced us. She refers to me as here “Dayboyfriend”. I like it. That’s one of the things about Anneliese I love, she is just so charming. She has a way of making you feel so important, and I dont want to be called a friend. Nothing against that, but it’s just so bland a title for what we are. What we are? That’s another topic I need to cover.
As we were leaving she asked me why I was with her. It was not a serious question, more a comic aside. But that is “the” question and it has no simple answer.