Monday. I worked 6-1:00. Jess loves the pipe I gave her. I also included some tobacco and cleaning supplies. Ecosure came and all hell broke loose, but we got a 95%! After work I went down to Cincinnati and Mom, Ams, Blake and I went to the Cincinnati Zoo. "Mom, can I have a soda?" We had dinner at The Spicy Pickle. Mom headed back to Dayton, and I spent the rest of the evening hanging out at the Claypole House: it was Rob's birthday and we watched an awful movie, "Sharktopus."
Tuesday. I went by work for tips and Jess' locker was open, and inside she had an old note I'd written her taped up. How cute. She came over for a bit after work, again on her own initiative. We just sat on the porch and smoked pipes, and while we were talking Bob from Tazza Mia called, offered me the food prep position at the Vine Street location downtown. The guy they'd hired quit. I hung up the phone and she asked who it was, and my face was beaming. "That was the owner at Tazza Mia. He offered me the job." Surprise was written all over her face, but not as much as it was over mine. I went by work and saw Carly, told her the news, told her to keep it quiet. That didn't put her in a good mood.
Wednesday. I worked 5:30-2:00. Lots of drama at work: Jess is torn between ASM and Spring Valley; J.J. and I are practically out the door; Faith's husband may be getting an out-of-state job in Washington. We're down a shift with Wade at Centerville now. It's Grade-A chaos. Jess asked if I wanted to hang out after work, and we went back to my place and smoked on the front porch. She complained about her belly fat (adorable) and I patted mine as if to one-up her. "Seriously, Anthony? You're fine." She left and when Mom & Dad got home we ate dinner and then I jetted down to Cincinnati to hang out with Rob, Mandy, and Amos. Everyone in Cincinnati's stoked about me moving down, especially Mandy & Ams. Mandy flipped shit. "OMFG, OMFG, OMFG, yes, yes, YES!!!" On my way home I met up with Megan's sister-in-law Laura and her husband to deliver a gift from Mandy. She was super nervous and awkward about it, but I was cool. It was weird.
Thursday. I went by the Route 48 Starbucks to see Wade but he wasn't working. At 10:00 I met up with Carly at her place. We got drinks from work, did some grocery shopping, and then had lunch at her place. Alison joined us for a swim in the complex's pool. We ended the afternoon with ice cream from The K and coffee liquor from Heather's across the street.
Friday. I worked 6-3:00. My back's so sunburnt and sore. Mom & I grabbed lunch/dinner (supper?) at China Garden. I spent the evening hanging out and working out, and I went by work to see Carly.
Saturday. I worked 5:30-2:00. Crazy day but with a good crew. Jess & I worked the same shift. She went home early, so no after-work hangout. I ran down to Cincinnati to see Mandy. Bob came over to see Rob, so we went upstairs (we were pretty intoxicated, didn't want to make a bad first, err, second, impression). "Don't worry," Rob said: "You're not part of corporate America anymore." Mandy, Rob, Blake and I got Yogurt V in Clifton, and then Mandy & I made a Kroger run.
Father's Day. Jess asked to hang out after work today, so we ran by a few stores and to the old condo in North Dayton so she could pick up some things. We had lots of great talks about our lives, pursuing our dreams, etc. I loaded up my car to move down to Cincinnati: I'm starting the job Tuesday; Bob said, "Try it out, and if you like it, the job's yours." Carly came over bearing gifts: elegant chopsticks and sushi from Kabuki! We watched TV and cuddled with Sky and ran off to The K for ice cream. We sat on the front of the car and devoured our cones and talked about Cincinnati, moving there, etc. I also learned some more stuff about Jess: although she does have feelings for me, and although she knows we would be great together, she remains in that childish stage where you just go to whatever looks the most sexually pleasing. Jess told Faith, "I like Anthony, but I don't want to fuck his brains out. I want to fuck Navy Guy's brains out." Another testament to what she's looking for: random, disconnected, "hot" hookups. "Just another Sarah," Ams mused. I pick them well. "You and Jess," Carly said, "are probably a dead end. I'm sorry." As if that's news. Thank God I'm getting away from all this at the right time.
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