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Pizzaboys have a hard life. While all your friends go to party Saturday night you deliver pizza. And while your friends are having a great time together, all that’s left for you is knowing you’re doing something good. Something important. You feed people. You’re better than most politicians. I must admit there is something to that. But then again, the fun part of your life is missing. It’s a price pizzaboys willingly pay for a bit of complacency and admittedly the tip money.
But when it comes to relating pizzaboys, again, are delivering pizzas while your buddy is hitting on that hot chick from the coffee shop you admire so much.
So yes, it’s true. Pizzaboys are lonely. So am I, I’m a pizzaboy myself. So since I’m so lonely and all, I thought (after that report about the pervs on MySpace on GMA) I’d try the internet. There’s that girl I went to school with. Well, sort of. I was a high school senior when she was a junior. Uh, however. I’m 20 now and she’s… uh, well she’s not. But hey, I’ve got a friend who’s actually being serious about dating a 14yr old. The best part is his argumentation: “She’ll be 15 in December.”
However, so there’s that girl… and she’s like 17 or something. And she would always start to chat online with me.
She said she knows me, I never heard of her or seens her. But she sent pictures, which looked okay. So I, being the lonely pizzaboy and her obviously having sort of a passion for pizzaboys, thought I’d ask her ’bout a date. She liked that I idea, so we were all set for our date.
We met in a parking lot. I was pretty excited. But the excitement would soon fade to horror when she got out of that car. I know, I know, that sounds pretty dramatic and all. It was. It was horrifying. I mean where did that cute girl go? She was just sort of massive. I’ll leave it up to your imagination what I actually mean by that, but just one thing: I disliked what I saw.
But me being a good person and all, I thought ‘Alright, she’s…. uh but maybe she’s got a good character.’. It’s like they say real beauty comes from the insight right? But I could tell she’d better have a lot of beauty inside.
The plan was to go to the movies and maybe go for a walk afterwards. Before we went to the movies we were going to a café. Of course not the one I like the most but the one I like the least. I’ve learned from former mistakes. However, on the 20 min trip to the movies she was talking trash. A lot of trash. She told me she used to like this one bud of mine. Solid.
Then she was talking about having stress with her girl friends. From that moment on I was actually counting the minutes until the movie would start. And while she talked about her ex-boyfriend (you go girl) I was waiting for the movie and actually not listening. See, the thing is a lot of people say taking a girl to a movie for the first date would be a bad idea. I don’t think it is. See, for a guy in my situation it’s actually the best thing to do. Because if the girl’s talking trash, and oooooooh she had a lot of trash to get out of her mouth… you still have the movie. First of all she’s going to shut up and even if she don’t you can still pretent not to hear her because the 7.1 Dolby Surround in the cinema is so loud… And you might actually have a good time, if the movie’s alright. Well, we went into “The Omen”. She chose the movie. “The Omen”, the worst movie I’ve seen since “Torque - The Movie” and perhaps “Hannibal”. Awful.
So let me draw a conclusion of the date so far: Awful date, awful movie and a pizzaboy who suddenly realizes that being lonely maybe isn’t such a bad thing after all.
When the movie was over she asked about the walk in the park. Instantly I had to yawn and told her I had a tough day (since she got out of her car back in the parking lot - I was keeping that part secret though). I took her back. And as it wasn’t enough for that day she started to talk about how much she hates Tom Hanks. I like Tom Hanks. He’s a good actor. I liked him in Forrest Gump and most other movies he was in. I really felt like hitting the brakes and kicking her out of the car. Okay, maybe I wouldn’t hit the brakes. So we finally came back to the parking lot. She got out. I said, you got my number, thinking “Oh damn, she really has my number, and email!” - I really hated myself for being that sort of naïve in that moment
Oh well. Next day she emailed. I told her I don’t feel like dating, right now. When it comes to her, I don’t feel like dating at all. I don’t even feel like talking at all.
Lesson learned kids, now you know what spam filters are for…