The North Shore
Mar. 31st, 2013 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraI had Big Fun with the Online Dating Site denizen. He is a soft-spoken guy with a sly sense of humor, and after half an hour or so making small talk at our rendezvous — a local Dunkin' Doughnuts, gotta give him props for that! – we took off in his spiffy little sports car and went on a tour of the North Shore, which I had never seen.
The ravages of Hurricane Sandy are still everywhere, roads out, tree trunks down. The Powers That Be certainly take their time doing city works in the lesser population centers.
The little towns like Oyster Bay and Bayville have actual history unlike the place in Lawn Guyland where I live now, so you know, given my nerdish proclivities, this was a big thrill. We had rather different agendas. Glenn had lived in various places on the North Shore at various times in his life, or had had friends who'd lived in various places and was determined to track all those places down. I was just along for the ride. We got lost many times and it was No Big Deal, which is my preferred way of doing road trips.
We eventually ended up in a nature preserve, and went for a long hike along a trail that reminded me of the fire trails I used to hike on with my beloved Milo when I was so obsessed with beavers two years ago. We talked about why people believe in God, and Nelson DeMille and Joseph Wambaugh, and sex and relationships. Like me, he seems to straddle a midline between the more egregious excesses of pop culture and egghead intellectualism.
Glenn was very easy to be with. In fact, we would have probably continued hanging out – he wanted to do dinner – but it was my night to cook. So I had him drop me off at the Met – the strange little Dominican supermarket around the corner that reminds me so much of Abe! – and I shopped for ingredients, which I turned into an indifferent lasagna for Cassandra.
Cassandra and I had a very nice chat over dinner. I wish we had more of these kinds of chats. But Allan and Cassandra are very much a couple when Allan is around, so I have a natural reluctance to impose a third party on them. Not that I'm complaining – Allan is a totally peachy guy.
Anyway, a pleasant day. Gardening, cooking, interesting conversations with interesting people.
Today, I need to sequester myself in the 2nd floor eeyrie and pound out Halloween blurbs.
I'll see Glenn again on Wednesday. We're going to the casino! He's a poker player, it turns out. Not his day job. His day job is counseling kids at a local university. But poker is one of his passions. I'm not surprised – he's extraordinarily affable, but one does sense a certain reserve, which hides a more strategic way of looking at the world.
The ravages of Hurricane Sandy are still everywhere, roads out, tree trunks down. The Powers That Be certainly take their time doing city works in the lesser population centers.
The little towns like Oyster Bay and Bayville have actual history unlike the place in Lawn Guyland where I live now, so you know, given my nerdish proclivities, this was a big thrill. We had rather different agendas. Glenn had lived in various places on the North Shore at various times in his life, or had had friends who'd lived in various places and was determined to track all those places down. I was just along for the ride. We got lost many times and it was No Big Deal, which is my preferred way of doing road trips.
We eventually ended up in a nature preserve, and went for a long hike along a trail that reminded me of the fire trails I used to hike on with my beloved Milo when I was so obsessed with beavers two years ago. We talked about why people believe in God, and Nelson DeMille and Joseph Wambaugh, and sex and relationships. Like me, he seems to straddle a midline between the more egregious excesses of pop culture and egghead intellectualism.
Glenn was very easy to be with. In fact, we would have probably continued hanging out – he wanted to do dinner – but it was my night to cook. So I had him drop me off at the Met – the strange little Dominican supermarket around the corner that reminds me so much of Abe! – and I shopped for ingredients, which I turned into an indifferent lasagna for Cassandra.
Cassandra and I had a very nice chat over dinner. I wish we had more of these kinds of chats. But Allan and Cassandra are very much a couple when Allan is around, so I have a natural reluctance to impose a third party on them. Not that I'm complaining – Allan is a totally peachy guy.
Anyway, a pleasant day. Gardening, cooking, interesting conversations with interesting people.
Today, I need to sequester myself in the 2nd floor eeyrie and pound out Halloween blurbs.
I'll see Glenn again on Wednesday. We're going to the casino! He's a poker player, it turns out. Not his day job. His day job is counseling kids at a local university. But poker is one of his passions. I'm not surprised – he's extraordinarily affable, but one does sense a certain reserve, which hides a more strategic way of looking at the world.
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Date: 2013-03-31 03:40 pm (UTC)If you ever find yourself in the situation again, you could call me and ask whether I mind if you go out to dinner instead of cooking that night. The cooking schedule is not etched in stone, and there are several frozen emergency dinners in the freezer. On the other hand, sometimes it's nice to have an excuse to go home from a date.
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Date: 2013-04-02 01:30 pm (UTC)I like processing. :-)
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