Tuesday night’s dinner started off a bit rocky. I arrived at 8:15—fifteen minutes late—only to find the kiwi had just started cooking and the other two guests hadn’t even arrived. (Luckily, I’d inhaled a slice of pizza after work, foreseeing this possible delay.) I was sort of nervous and fidgety, wondering what he’d told his friends about me and if they’d be friendly and welcoming. Could they handle Sojourner’s truth? I’d already hung out with his roommate a few times—a scrawny, precious Caucasian who’s down with the hip hop music and getting his drank on—so that was one less person to worry about. But there was a … couple.
Couples are always hard—you have to win over both of them, but approach them in totally different ways. The thing about this pair is that they weren’t particularly interested in getting to know me, and I’m not one to force my truth onto another.* Normally, if I’m with a group of friends and a new person comes into our midst, I pepper them with questions, not only to figure out if they’re a Commie spy, but to make them feel like they are worth getting to know, and by extension, more at ease. These two peeps—a 21-year-old Cali chick and her 26-year-old Aussie bf—initially reacted to me as though I were a piece of furniture … or the cleaning lady. The kiwi was in the kitchen slicing and dicing away (SO hot!), and his roommate, who I thought would support me, just sat on the couch watching humorous internet videos. So I did what any normal, non-awkward person would do during an intimate dinner party.
I drank red wine and read the newspaper.
Now, anyone who knows me would be shocked to hear of the blacktress exhibiting such autistic behavior. I wouldn’t normally do this, but I was tired and didn’t really feel like trying to impress anyone. I figured it’d happen organically (you know, like Whole Foods), and if I tried to sweet-talk his friends, the kiwi would think I was really into him or something—and we can’t get his panties in a twist. So, I just drank my 3-buck Chuck** and kicked it old school.
When the couple wasn’t all up in each other’s grill (dude was fucking flossing her molars with his tongue), I decided I’d woo the woman first. Only 6 months in NYC, she was blonde, bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed, and relatively easy to talk to. I followed the three-step rule for making lady friends (see below), and soon she was putty in my hands. I used my impending move to Australia to woo the guy and get him to tell me all the hot spots (he warned me that even though I’d probably be a cool bartender, Aussies don’t really tip, so I might want to change my career plan).
After a lovely dinner of homemade, non-greasy, chicken fried rice (look at my kiwi, getting ethnic in the kitchen!), we continued to drink and chat.
And that’s when he appeared to me.
Jon Lajoie.
Future baby daddy.
He’s a Canadian comedian/musician who writes hilarious songs that can be seen on Funny or Die. Why I’d never heard of him, I don’t know. Why he isn’t in my bed right now baffles me even more.
His song, “Everyday Normal Guy” is basically a magnum opus written about the men I love. Check it out:
See more Jon Lajoie videos at Funny or Die
How can you not love this man?! He is a credit to his (Canadian) race. I think my favorite line is:
“I’m a pretty shy person and I’m average looking … I get nervous in social situations, muthaf*&!%@#”
Lord knows I love an awkward with anger management issues.
No, wait, I think my favorite line is: “And I like the show Grey’s Anatomy, mutha*&!%@#”
I bet he cried over Izzy and Denny, too.
* that’s a bold-faced lie, but I was out of my element!
** Trader Joe’s Wine Shop has a $3 bottle of wine that was made with the budget blacktress in mind.
THREE-STEP RULE FOR MAKING LADY FRIENDS
1. Compliment female on article of clothing or jewelry (you know, like Regina George in 'Mean Girls'--but don't make it a lie).
2. Make a funny-but-harmless joke about something innocuous.
3. Ask her about three questions about herself—if part of a couple, “how did you two meet?” always works.
4 comments:
ok, this one definitely redeems the canadians.... BUT ONLY A LITTLE!
OMG! SoJo I think I may be autistic (or at least have some aschbergers (sp?)). I would totally read at a dinner party.
I always prefer reading and wine over the company of strangers, but I guess I just get nervous in social situations, muthaf*&!%@#
It's humorous to me that this post mentions so many things that can be found on the blog "Stuff White People Like."(I almost said it was "ironic" and then thought back to Reality Bites and got all nervous about using "ironic" in case I was mistaken for Alanis Morisette... so we're leaving it at humorous)
Here's the list:
1) Dinner Parties
2) Canadians being better than Americans (not stated, but come ON, we all thought it)
3) Whole Foods
4) Reading newspapers
5) Multi-culti-ism
6) Going abroad
SoJo,what I'm saying is that you've been pulled in to a cult. The Plantation has Patty Hearst-isized you. Please consider this the first step of a serious intervention. It WILL be televised.
PS - Sorry about being too hungover/sick for Batman. THAT was a party foul.
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