This is going to be short, because I'm too lazy to plug in the laptop, and its battery life is... well, an hour and a half tops, when I'm only typing, with no wifi/networking enabled. ha.

I worked normal-people hours, while Tom's working his normal night shift, so after work I went over to Tim Horton's to write for a few hours, and finish catching up for the week. (Also, I will need to get a bit ahead, with Thanksgiving and some other things looming.) But I am SUPER happy with what I wrote today, I'm actually terribly amused by the banter among the historical society members.

Yes, historical society members. Sounds dull, I know, but who else is going to know all the hundred-year old gossip?? They're awesome. And I get to flesh out my backstory, huzzah!!!


While I was sapping Tim Horton's electricity (offset by the coffee, soup & bagel, then hot smoothie & donut I bought - it was dinner-ish time, and I need to munch when writing), I got a phone call. Actually, I should back up a bit. Did I mention that Tom and I went to Dave & Buster's again the day after I went with the Paper Factory crew? We did. I was talking to Tom about it, and he got all excited, and, discovering we both had the next day off, we decided to go. We also decided it would be more fun with more people, so in the end, he got his buddy DJ to come, and I got Mel to meet us up there.

Jokingly, Tom and I threw around the idea of trying to set the two of them up. We thought this was hilarious - really, Tom, a matchmaker? Terrifying. And funny as hell.

But then when we all got there... the two of them genuinely seemed interested in each other. It was really freaking cute. Cuter still, was later in the week, when Tom got obsessive texts from DJ about Mel, and I was getting texts from Mel about DJ, and Tom and I were sitting in the same room sharing notes on the whole situation.

(Finally, we got them to exchange phone numbers, so they could waste each others' minutes instead of just ours.)

So the two of them have been talking all week. They're both somewhat spazzy, but deep-down really good, kind people. Neither one has the attention span of a gnat. Tom and I are endlessly amused by all the shy little cautious repartee that the kids trade back and forth, instead of just being blunt like he and I are now. It's freaking adorable to watch.

So. DJ, wanting an excuse to visit Mel, sees on Facebook that she has a band concert today. He decides to go. Now, I had heard Mom mention that she might go to the concert, but that she wasn't sure she was going to make it. I decide this might well make the already-nervous DJ not go, and anyway I'm not sure, so I keep my mouth shut. (The kids need to handle their own relationships, Tom and I will be there for each of them and give advice, but we're making sure they run their own affairs here.)

Now, DJ is a pretty attractive kid. Even Tom is always going on about DJ's absurd powers of attraction over women. (For which Tom gets all kinds of gay jokes from me, ha.)

[plugging in the laptop because I'm enjoying this story too much to stop now.]

DJ, however, is a fan of anime, and must know a bunch of girls who are as well. He also lived in Japan for a handful of years, not sure if this has affected his viewpoint. As Tom has told me numerous times, DJ likes playing up the image of the cute anime boy. Sometimes this means good things like wearing tiny little clingy black t-shirts. (This happened one day at work, and the conversations Tom related to me when he came home were insanely entertaining, consisting in large part of Tom saying he could well be gay for DJ. Or at least that's the impression I insisted upon getting, because it makes Tom feel so awkward. ;)

Most of the time, however, it also means he spikes his hair. And not your normal little emo-kid mini-spike. We're talking all-out, electrocution-style spike, hair sticking out like four, five inches from his head all over. Sometimes with a long bang combed diagonally down.

This works in drawings, and it works in anime. It's a bit of a shock to walk into the Fredonia Applebee's, and see this skinny but muscular 21-year old boy leap out of a booth, literally bouncing in place, waving like a maniac, with electrocuted hair, "TOM! TOM! I'M RIGHT HERE! TOM!!!". At a distance of maybe six feet from you.

That is DJ.

He's an incredibly sweet kid, but he is also somewhat insane. Half puppy-dog, half hummingbird.


SO, to finish the story I actually meant to tell. While sitting at Tim Horton's, I get a phone call from my mom. She just got the shawl I made her for her birthday, and absolutely loves it, which makes me really, really happy. :) After talking for a few minutes, she tells me she and grandma went to Mel's concert today. "Oh, and I got to meet DJ."

Mom. AND GRANDMA. Met DJ.

Apparently, they saw him before they met up with Mel. (DJ is rather hard to miss.) Grandma spotted him, and said "What is that???"

This is where I started totally losing it in the middle of Tim Horton's.

Mom rather calmly explained that well, they were on a college campus, kids do all kinds of crazy things... And then Mel came over. And then DJ came over, and she introduced them.

Oh, that poor, poor boy... but I've been giggling to myself every five minutes for what, the last two, three hours now? just trying to picture Grandma seeing this kid. oh my dear lord. I called Mel after talking to Mom, and suggested that she call DJ and reassure him a bit, because I can only imagine how totally freaking panicky he'd get from meeting a girl's family like the second time he even saw her. She told me that she actually had left him some kind of message already, which eased my mind a bit.

On Tom's dinnerbreak, we traded the sides of the story we'd each heard. I freaking love stories. Between that and just a touch of facebook-stalking (I refuse to feel guilty if people have things posted right on their walls - there are options for private conversations, if people talk in public, and I happen to read things sometimes before I even realize what I'm reading...), it looks like all is well so far. And I may actually get to see my sister a little more often thanks to all of this. :)

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