Today my friend Jennifer and I went to a new sushi place in Rogers Park. I enjoyed the vegetarian options. After, we took the bus to the big Salvation Army on Devon.
Jennifer got three items. I got two full bags. My weight gain has not been enough to make me a hippo, but my waist has gotten larger to the point where several skirts are no longer an option. For some reason, every other skirt was this great item, and I bought a buttload of clothes.
Next was a trip to an Indian grocery to pick up some things. Jennifer has lived in Malaysia, so she cooks somewhat international dishes, including Indian. We each got a bunch of stuff and waddled to the bus with all of our bags. On the bus, we started talking to two young-looking Indian men who had a few boxes of groceries. We were headed to the same train station. They saw our groceries, asked us how we came to cook Indian food, and Jennifer explained about Malaysia. Then she pointed to me and said, "she's a vegetarian, so..." I explained I had a lot of cookbooks. I relayed my experience making samosas from scratch many years ago.
"I made everything - EVERYTHING from scratch: I made the dough, I boiled the potatoes, everything. It took all day, and what a mess; I had recently moved into a studio apartment with a tiny kitchen. The next day I was exploring the neighborhood and came across an Indian grocery. The owner's mother made samosas. They were huge, and cost twenty-five-cents each."
They were very nice. One was obviously gay, and he was hilarious. The other guy said they'd met at a party and each was looking for a roommate, so there you go. They lived one stop north of me. On the train platform, we were talking about age somehow, and I was getting some vibe from the straight-seeming guy, who as fairly attractive. I figured I'd set the record straight.
"I could have given birth to you," I laughed.
"How old do you think I am?" he asked.
Now, I could have smiled and told him how youthful and attractive he was. I could have blushed and said he looked a like a young Bollywood film star. What did I say?
"SHUT THE HECK UP YOU ARE NOT!"
Charming Am I, as Yoda would say.
I was really hoping we could all become friends -- I had visions of Indian feasts. When the train arrived, though, Jennifer moved in the opposite direction and sat down. I moved toward the door, near them, as we approached my stop. Cute guy stood up. I exchanged some chit chat with him and his friend, and then we got off at your stop. I was hoping he would suggest we get together.
I know, I could have suggested it, but frankly, I'm tired of being the forward one. Who knows; we live one stop apart; we could meet again. And he could cook for me. Oh, yes, he could. Matar Paneer me, baby.