The Demure One has Lunch with Dave in Texas…

By jen

It is to be noted The Demure One is also in Texas so it isn’t like this was a huge logistical accomplishment.

So what happens at lunch with two such thought provoking, worldly, and entirely moronic individuals?  Well, we ate.  La Fogata to be exact.  Seems Dave had never had Rajas con crema and this simply was unacceptible.  He also had some sort of chicken boob for lunch.  Myself, I enjoyed the picadillo enchiladas.

Lunch was nice because we finally have some springtime and because this is Texas and you can still smoke in outdoor restaurants, especially the ones that serve booze.  We did not manage to solve the world problems, though we did give it a good talking to.  I am sure he will tell you I am as demure in person as in text; he freakin better if he knows what’s good for him anyway.

What can I tell you about Dave in Texas that you don’t already know?  Let’s see…  He sounds like he is from Texas.  He had a gun with him, so he is definitely Texan.  He apparently likes chicken boobs.  Oh I know…  The man has two cell phone.  I of course mocked him.  Mostly because he seemed to have this confused look on his face when something would ring.   He has an iPhone which I was disgusted to see he only had a single screen of applications on.  Seriously, you have to have at least three screens to be a real iPhone man, Dave.  The next time we have lunch, I expect no less.

We talked about the world, Prince Fuknut briefly, and mostly kids.  Dave is one of those guys who has lived in an estrogen haze most of his life.  He grew up with sisters, married and had daughters, etc…  It is like being a veteran, a veteran of deranged woman chemicals, so basically… we got along though it had nothing to do with my deranged woman chemicals.

My one regret about this lunch?  Well, I forgot I owed him a good mocking for a previous slight against The Demure One.  A few weeks ago I had a chat with Dave who was still at work at some ungodly hour because some IT dolts basically broke the SAN and whatnot.  Being the IT Goddess I am, I asked, “Did someone trip over a cable?  Is everything plugged in?”   His answer, though text based, was dripping with “silly woman, no one tripped over anything” tone when he said it wasn’t that simple.  Fine, what do I know?  Well the next day I get another text seems the guy he scrambled out to his site had been pouring over the logs and decided it was… wait for it… A FUCKING CABLE!  Mwahahahahha  bitch was loose enough to cause issue… BIG ones.

Yesssssss!  Why people doubt me when I am always right still boggles the mind.  I mocked him of course, with questions like, “Hmmm what did that whole loose cable cost ya, huh?”  “Huh?”  Needless to say I had been relishing this lunch for the express purpose of mocking him about this in person.  I suck, because I was too busy eating and bitching about everything else to actually mock him as I was suppose to.  Either that, or he is a crafty fucker and used his “man who has spent a life time managing women magic” to keep the conversation clear of the fucking cable!  I will have my mocking moment though… I will not be denied!