So, a thought occurred to me while I was brainstorming for my comic this past weekend. When I have a hot pizza delivery guy come to the door, I’m far more forgiving of the amount of time it took or even the quality of the product itself. If it’s a sexy big guy who huffs his way up the stairs to my apartment, I’ll keep ordering in the hopes of getting him again. Though after a time (usually 2-3 orders) of getting different drivers, I realize just how shitty the pizza I’ve been eating is. It’s like a scrawny delivery guy (or girl) breaks the magic spell that had been locking me in as a loyal customer.
There are always those places that I end up going where I know that the food (or service) will be sub-par, but the eye-candy will be so high that I just can’t resist. Example: the cute guy who works at the Subway right around the corner from my work. Why the fuck would I go to Subway and get a sub when Jimmy Johns is right around the corner? For the same price as I could get a foot-long steak and cheese, I could have a lunch that was actually, you know, GOOD. But he’s cute and a little bit flirty, so I go back.
But its not just the people that work at an establishment that draw me in, it can also be the clientele as well. Like Frankenmuth up here in Michigan. The chicken is pretty good. The sides are pretty good. But really – it’s the fatties that make the trip up there with their families for the “all you can eat Chicken Dinner” that makes it worth it. And the same is trust of anywhere with a “hunting theme” to it, like Cabela’s or Bass Pro Shop. Seriously, having a wild fling with a random hunter decked out in camo in a deer blind is on my “bucket list”, I’m pretty sure.
In the end, though – I shouldn’t discriminate against the weight-challenged people out there. I’m sure they’re all good people on the inside, right? Not that I’ll ever get to KNOW any of them, but still… I’ll try not to hold prejudice against them.
Regardless, as I’m writing this – we’re more than halfway through another week, which makes me a happy puppy. I’m just wishing away my weeks at this point until my trip to Chicago, but that’s somewhat expected, right? I’m already mentally keeping a list of all the folks I want to try to hang out with a bit while I’m there, while still trying to make it a relaxing enough “vacation”. But realistically, the most important thing is actually taking a bit of time away from work to recharge the batteries.
For now, though – I’m off to go delete a dozen messages from a chaser who lives 4000 miles away and keeps sending me pictures of himself on Growlr despite me requesting that he stop. Sucks when your block list is full