Dear Me,

On Sunday night, I went on a second date with the Mexican.  He, not being from around here, wanted restaurant suggestions.  I suggested Mexican, without thinking. Not very PC, I know.  Further, I suggested my favorite Mexican restaurant, Los Tres, in Brier Creek.  It's probably walking distance from my house.  Mexican is a people pleaser, so he said sure and off we went.

In we walk. Yes, me the regular.  And the Mexican.  Not CPA.  Not Plan B (whose friend talked to me there, and I first noticed there).  Not Sam's Club.  At that point, it dawned on me. I need to start mixing the locations of my dates up. Quickly.  Because I think the waitstaff at Los Tres is starting to judge me because I am with a different guy every single time I go in there.  Or they think I'm an escort.  Either way, not good.

Because not only do I overindulge in Los Tres, but next door to Los Tres, is Tasu, an Asian joint I've also managed to run into the ground.  Both restaurants are fabulous, have great food, and are super close to my house.  But, a word to the wise, that everyone who is casually dating should mix up your restaurants.  Otherwise, awkward moments can occur.

For instance, a while back I went to Waffle House.  It was a favorite pre-work hangout for Sam's Club and I.  (Initially, I refused to go there because it was too low brow, but eventually I went and fell in love with the hash browns-to die for).  So, they knew us there.  Well, I walked in, and they immediately set out two place settings and started to get Sam's Club's coffee and strange-ass breakfast ready(literally, they call it Alpo and that is exactly what it looks like. foul).  I had to stop them and explain the whole ordeal, much to their shock and dismay.  If Sam's Club does show his face in there anytime soon, they'll probably spit in his food. And rightly so. But I digress.

My point is, waitstaff at restaurants know their customers.  Especially if their customers order the same things over and over. Like me.  So, I can't keep prancing into restaurants with a new guy every other day, and not expect a comment to eventually be made.  On Sunday, when the Mexican started to converse in Spanish with the waiter, I had a moment of terror.  I do not speak Spanish, despite having studied abroad in Spain.  (That's what E and I had Frick and Frack do for us.)  So I couldn't understand any of what they were saying.  And being my paranoid self, I thought, Oh Lord, what if the waiter is telling him about CPA, and Plan B, and Sam's Club! 

The waiter was probably talking about "dumb Americans thinking Cinco de Mayo is a legit holiday" and the date continued along just fine.  And it was date 6 of 28 so I'm doing ok challenge wise I guess.  But the Mexican is off to Austin for the summer to work at Dell, so I suppose by the time he gets back I will have finished dating the rest of Raleigh-Durham.  Oh well, here's to new boytoys and new restaurants for them to take me to!

-W