Pizza and Politics

While Ruby contemplated her next move after doubling down and unwittingly competing against a [still nameless] musician, Josh and I decided to get together on Thursday. I have been on a pizza kick lately and Josh agreed to take me to Patsy's on University.

We had some wine and an enormous pie, though this is New York and it was Patsy's pizza. As we left Patsy's and walked home along the west side of Union Square Park where the holiday market is now in place, Josh asked a strange question. "So do you have plans for the rest of the evening?", he wondered. It was a strange question and I wondered if he was having a bad time.

"I know it's only 9:30 on a work night. I don't know...perhaps take it slowly. Go home get ready for tomorrow." This was lame, what the hell? Was it me?

"Oh...well...I didn't mean that I wanted to end the date, but, OK...this is lame [seems like he and I were on the same page at this point]. I want to watch The Daily Show and ..." I interrupted Josh and said, "Oh, well that isn't lame...I am going to wind up watching it as well; followed by The Colbert Report". Josh looked surprised, "Really? You're interested in that type of thing?", he asked.

I laughed, "Uh, news? Current events? Laughing? Why yes, I am an incredibly huge fan of laughing", I joked. Seemingly amazed that I didn't want to watch reruns of Desperate Housewives, Josh invited me over to hang out, drink wine, and watch Jon Stewart's commentary on New York's failure to pass legislation allowing gay marriage (seriously? Who do we think we are? California?), the Denialism of Michael Specter (No, couldn't be), and Switzerland's new found bias (isn't that an oxymoron?).

We started making out before Stephen Colbert could ....

Things heated up and then slowed down. We began to fall asleep and Josh asked if I wanted to stay over. "Yes", I replied, "though I am not having sex with you. Josh, don't even try it" (yes, really I said it). He laughed, "Don't worry, that's fine. Make yourself comfortable", as he grabbed a pair of boxers for me.

I fell asleep on his chest and slept through the night until my alarm went sounded at 7:30 the next morning. --Frankie