Lawrence of India
I went to an Indian restaurant last night. I'd never been there before. Mostly I just needed a take-out menu, but I figured I'd get dinner too.
So I walked in, and one of the servers spotted me. He hurried over to me and when I asked, pointed me toward the take-out menus. He asked if I'd ever been there before and if I'd had Indian food before. While I looked at the menu, he was working, but every time I looked up, he was looking at me.
Finally I gave him my to-go order and sat at the bar. He went to the kitchen, then a minute later, he asked "Would you like water?" Before I could answer, there was a glass of water in front of me. He was still looking at me. I hesitate to say it, but it was nearly gazing. It was unnerving. He said I had a nice smile. He asked my name. I asked his. (I don't want to be at a disadvantage.) Somehow I doubt, however, that Lawrence is his birth name, what with his dark Indian features and the accent.
When he brought my bag out and I paid, he asked if we could have dinner sometime, and would I give him my phone number.
WHAT?
Ok, granted, I knew he was totally flirting. It was really obvious, but still. I mean, Il Postilo was only a few months ago, and he was the first guy who's ever done that. Lawrence makes two in like four months.
No, I didn't give him my number. But he did ask me, "Will you be back tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"
My gosh. When did I stop being below the radar, and what is happening here?
So I walked in, and one of the servers spotted me. He hurried over to me and when I asked, pointed me toward the take-out menus. He asked if I'd ever been there before and if I'd had Indian food before. While I looked at the menu, he was working, but every time I looked up, he was looking at me.
Finally I gave him my to-go order and sat at the bar. He went to the kitchen, then a minute later, he asked "Would you like water?" Before I could answer, there was a glass of water in front of me. He was still looking at me. I hesitate to say it, but it was nearly gazing. It was unnerving. He said I had a nice smile. He asked my name. I asked his. (I don't want to be at a disadvantage.) Somehow I doubt, however, that Lawrence is his birth name, what with his dark Indian features and the accent.
When he brought my bag out and I paid, he asked if we could have dinner sometime, and would I give him my phone number.
WHAT?
Ok, granted, I knew he was totally flirting. It was really obvious, but still. I mean, Il Postilo was only a few months ago, and he was the first guy who's ever done that. Lawrence makes two in like four months.
No, I didn't give him my number. But he did ask me, "Will you be back tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"
My gosh. When did I stop being below the radar, and what is happening here?
posted by The Other Gatekeeper at
5:13 PM
6 Comments:
you gotta admit he has a great name! :) and sometimes when you are doing your work to heal yourself, it starts to show. you DO have a great smile. even better when it's genuaine.
sparks
ditto
oblivious is the new HOT, apparently :) You go, dear spider!
How was the food?
Sean, that's basically what Counselor said tonight too.
TG, you crack me up.
Paddy, it was excellent. I <3 Indian food, and this was gooooooood.
that just means you will have to go back!
ah, the plot thickens...
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