Apr. 23rd, 2019 09:23 am
Hoist by our own keyboards
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muckefuckSo anyone who put their money on "It was all a stupid misunderstanding", collect your payout.
We met up at the sandwich shop which has replaced Pho Lily. It has offerings I haven't seen anywhere else and I was eager to try the bánh mì ốp-la, but instead of a Vietnamese omelette, I got a slightly Annamited fried egg sandwich. Pasillero decided to be even more adventurous and got bánh mì bột lọc, which contained pork belly-filled tapioca dumplings.
We casually caught up on the last couple of weeks while lightning danced in the southern sky. Once we were convinced the storms had passed us by, he proposed heading over to Clark for dessert at Gelato Frío. It was only after we were well underway that he seized the third rail. "So what happened?" We ended up comparing phones and finding that not only had he never gotten the messages I sent two weeks, but I'd never gotten his messages--and he tried at least three times, on three different days.
So one simple failure of technology led to both of us thinking we'd been ghosted or worse. I'm still impressed with how calmly he dealt with it all. My aggrieved texts on Easter Sunday must have struck him as nothing short of bizarre, but he was polite and accommodating and as a result we both ended up back at his apartment last night making up for lost time like two men half our ages.
So that's all sorted then. Several times as I was polishing scripts in my head, I reminded myself that it didn't make sense to do this when I didn't even know what the basic facts were. I barely touched on the points that I so carefully laid out here yesterday; I didn't need to, since he's already well aware of them. If you were startled out of sleep yesterday evening, it was probably my sigh of relief.
We met up at the sandwich shop which has replaced Pho Lily. It has offerings I haven't seen anywhere else and I was eager to try the bánh mì ốp-la, but instead of a Vietnamese omelette, I got a slightly Annamited fried egg sandwich. Pasillero decided to be even more adventurous and got bánh mì bột lọc, which contained pork belly-filled tapioca dumplings.
We casually caught up on the last couple of weeks while lightning danced in the southern sky. Once we were convinced the storms had passed us by, he proposed heading over to Clark for dessert at Gelato Frío. It was only after we were well underway that he seized the third rail. "So what happened?" We ended up comparing phones and finding that not only had he never gotten the messages I sent two weeks, but I'd never gotten his messages--and he tried at least three times, on three different days.
So one simple failure of technology led to both of us thinking we'd been ghosted or worse. I'm still impressed with how calmly he dealt with it all. My aggrieved texts on Easter Sunday must have struck him as nothing short of bizarre, but he was polite and accommodating and as a result we both ended up back at his apartment last night making up for lost time like two men half our ages.
So that's all sorted then. Several times as I was polishing scripts in my head, I reminded myself that it didn't make sense to do this when I didn't even know what the basic facts were. I barely touched on the points that I so carefully laid out here yesterday; I didn't need to, since he's already well aware of them. If you were startled out of sleep yesterday evening, it was probably my sigh of relief.
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