The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

28 May 2005

Pattern mismatch

Women, we are told, love spontaneity. Which means, of course, that I am doomed: I pulled up today at a chicken-takeout joint in the Village, and by the time I got to the register, they'd already pulled and bagged my order. I am so predictable. (And I hadn't been there in two weeks, either.)

Posted at 7:11 PM to Table for One

This woman doesn't love spontenaity, unless it involved mild, pleasant things like dinner out. Maybe that's why I live alone. Of course, I have a cat that likes to spontaneously charge at my feet and bite my ankles.

Posted by: Andrea Harris at 9:50 PM on 28 May 2005