dinner cats?

i bet you didn't know that georgie oranges likes to eat out at fancy restaurants. actually gibbon likes it too. they aren't on a date, but they go into the restaurant together and sit at a table near the window. they order water to drink, no ice (just like me..although, i would probably have a glass of wine. cats don't drink alcohol, so they just have water). i don't know what they order to eat, becasue only gibbon can read the menu. he probably orders for G.O. she likes canned tuna, but he likes shrimp, so that's probably what they have to eat. there isn't conversation between them, but they just sit in the chairs and wait for the food to come. gibbon is interested in what is going on around him. g.o. isn't. she's more scared about being in public and plays "statue". They eat their food and then leave. of course they don't pay. how would they get the money. the owners of the restaurant don't mind that they come to eat there and don't pay. then they walk home and take naps.

well, they don't really do any of this. i was driving on queen anne avenue at night time. and there are several small restaurants with lots of window seating. i always wonder what the diners' conversations are about. and what the circumstances are of the people sitting together: married, dating, business dinner? it's never a business dinner. and he's always with some girl. but he looks so nice. then i wonder, did he make the dinner arrangements or did the girl set the plans? how did he know to look nice? then i started wondering, why are these girls so lucky? it's like i'm living in a parallel universe...one that only contains guys that are passive. and i just wonder where the men i see in the windows are in my world. i kind of feel like i'm still 14 years old looking at the "grown-up 30 year olds" hoping to be like them one day. but then i realize that i'm grown up, and can't find what i have been looking for. and i'm just not cool enough, or pretty enough, or good enough to get into the normal people world. and then here i am writing a story about my cats....why am i still single? HAHHAHHAHHA.

i saw a man running across the street (he was jay-walking) with a bundle of flowers that he had just purchased from Metropolitan Market (a place for beautiful flowers). and it was on a friday night. maybe he had a date. maybe he gets flowers for his wife every friday like the dean of my high school....maybe his wife was having a dinner party and she sent him to get the flowers. who knows....but i know they weren't for me. they're never for me. and i've never been on a date where i've gotten flowers. OH GOSH, yes i have! it was from an eHarmony date- what a disaster. But i did get flowers.

I know i'm not supposed to write about such matters. So, I'll close with this thought.....Gibbon and G.O. love when i bring flowers home, so they can EAT THEM. geez louise.