The problem is that there is a limited number of good chefs in Smallville and they are dissatisfied with the work environment here so they move around a lot. And the restaurants poach the chefs, but each restaurant is the same. They spend their money on decorations or rely on past reputation. Some of them have reputations of being five star quality for four star prices. They are all three star quality at best. It is the food that generates the reputation and they don't seem to get that, or they do and they don't spend money to keep the people. Or maybe it is that they don't buy top quality foods. People go out to be with friends and they expect to spend about $50 per person for a good meal, getting one for less is preferred, but quality is expected. But when the food tastes as good or worse than something you could have made at home…. As my mother put it after an evening spent out with myself and my father, give me half as much money and I will make a meal better than this and there will be left overs.
So we dropped by the second choice of restaurant locations, because the first was not to open for 30mins. Milestones. I knew the quality, but it is a chain. And it has three star prices and four star food. Well, that maybe it is three star, but compared to what is here in Smallville, it seems much better—and is priced appropriately. The food was good. I am a poor judge, my senses of smell and taste are not cultivated, but my friends are. She told me that her chicken was perfectly cooked and spiced perfectly. That is the thing, a good restaurant does not need to do a fancy set of menu items, it just needs to do some basic things really well.
I sat down here to write about something else; a small thing. The waitress. My friend pointed out that I seemed to get along well with her and she was pretty. My friend said beautiful. She said I thought you had problems with talking to women that you don't know being demiromantic. She did not get it. A year ago I would have been trying to figure out if she were single and how to impress her so that I could start a relationship with her. Being diagnosed as Demisexual has taken that off my sights.
I look at women differently. I tell myself different things when I talk to people. I go into EVERY conversation with a strange woman assuming that she is happily in a relationship and not available. I did not even notice that she was good looking for that matter. I never saw that before so maybe that is a clue. Well that is not true, I DO see pretty women, but just because they are pretty does not mean anything special to me. Another misconception that people assume when they hear the word asexual is at they are not interested in sex. I guess true asexuals are not, but truly asexual people are so rare that they practically don't exist. It is a spectrum, me being demisexual means that I am asexually thinking to most people. I get lonely. I get horny. I 'spend time alone', just like most other people, but the thought of having sex with strangers or even friends is repellent or just simply does not happen.
I am demiromantic too and people don't understand that either. It means that I can't really meet new people. Effectively. The definition explicitly says romantically, but it is not because the barrier between friendship and romance is the same, just the ends are different. One you enter into an intimate relationship where you spend a lot of time together and the other you do all that with kissing. Think about it. Tell me I am wrong. All that you expect from a friend you expect from a date or at least a long term relationship. Being demiromantic means that I have difficulty getting to the friends stage; I am honest and forthright and open about myself but I find it difficult to talk to people who I don't know, who I don't understand. If I can't talk to you, how am I going to date you and kiss you—yeah I get that you can kiss a stranger and have sex with a stranger, I can do that too, but it does nothing for me.
I mean friends not acquaintances. I mean that urge where you want to see them, because you like being around them more than being with just anyone.
Anyways, I chatted with the waitress and my friend pointed out that I was conversing freely with her and comfortably with her. She was this person who happened to be pretty that I had no connection to and I did not care to have a connection with her at all. How could I? I just met her and knew nothing about her. Apparently what that means is that normal people that would be enough to have sex and then see if the rest of the stuff is there afterwards or to just go on with your day afterwards like nothing happened. THAT is utterly alien to me. I don't understand how people could do that. But they do.
Look over there at the cash register of the Tim Hortons that I am sitting in, that girl is cute, her and her friend. If I slept with them, I would rock her night, both of them, more than once for hours. Nothing about that statement has any appeal to me. Casual reader, do you understand?
Oh one more thing, the trip was long. Whenever I take my friend to the city in the winter it always seems to be in a blizzard. Whiteout conditions, accidents people driving off the road and everything. No deaths. Nothing very serious. People slow down, keep a good distance away, if you can't see the person in front of you, assume they are there and you can stop at the speed you are going when they slam on their brakes. One close call, the guy who passed us ten minutes before hit someone and the guy in the pickup that just passed us went in the ditch to avoid them. We hit the brakes and and slowly went by it all. Be smart
No comments:
Post a Comment