Provided, Fait Accompli
You have to understand that once upon a time, I didn't believe this stuff. Observations are giving credence to the contrary.
Alright. I'm incredibly exhausted. It's late. I haven't met anyone new, in large part because I hadn't yet gone anywhere knew. I need to meet someone new, not just for this blog, but for the Awesome. I tried (and failed) to convince friends to come with me to Asia Town*, as I want to push my comfort zone as much as I can and still do things like (get) drive(n) home safely.
First having failed, second having not eaten dinner, third having no vittles with which to cook, and fourth - having a shiny new chemistry cooking kit - I head to the grocery store, filled with dread over meeting someone new in a way that meets my Brave and New.
Grocery stores, and the people in them, and particularly the produce section, aren't a problem for me.
You don't see where this is going, because it's going someplace ridiculous and amazing.
I decide to buy a kiwi. I pretty rarely eat kiwis, and have never bought one, so I've no idea how to tell which are ripe or not. This being the produce section, I ask a nearby stranger, who more or less gets his verbal shrug interrupted by the other guy next to me, who says, I am not making this up, "None of these are ripe, you can trust me, my name's Calvin and I'm a kiwi." (A 'Kiwi', by the way, is slang for someone from New Zealand.)
At first this seems merely an odd, interesting and unexpected occurence. But what you don't know, dear reader, is that in two week's time I'm flying to New Zealand. I tell this random fellow about these travel plans, at which point, he - with no prompting on my part, none at all - enthusiastically gives me his number saying we should meet up and talk, then runs off to go buy some cookies and return from whence he came.
So yes. That did just happen.
* Yes, yes, I know it's China Town and Little Tokyo, but they're right gorram next to each other so frell it, it's Asia Town.
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