Lunch with a Friend

I have a standing lunch date on Fridays with a friend of mine who is a college speech professor (we’ll call him GBD). We often go to a restaurant conveniently located close by my work; since I am now required to punch in and out with a time clock mechanism. GBD is a cousin of The Brown One who lives with my boyfriend. We began hanging out due to our mutual love of books. In fact during one of our first lunches together he leant me a copy of Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach while I loaned to him a copy of Robert Ketchum’s book, Red.

GDB and I share a sense of the morbid along with an appreciation of good wine. He does not find it horrible if I discuss my fascination with dead bodies or true crime while shoveling food in my mouth (I mentioned previously about the whole time clock thing). Nor does he dismiss my assertions that women are crazy and therefore I would never become a lesbian. There is no irony when he asks my advice about dating., which I find rare since many of my friends know that I will hijack their social lives in the blink of an eye and spend my time regaling them with my list of single friends of the opposite sex with varying attributes to recommend them by.

In the class that GBD teaches he gives this one fascinating assignment called Scar or Star. Since the students are required to talk about themselves, they are given a choice of whether they want to share with the class a scar they have on their body and how they got it or a celebrity they met and how this meeting changed their opinion about said celebrity., I love this idea. In fact, I am thinking of asking my friends to do something similar for my birthday coming up in a week and half.

In the past I have requested more personal items from people, a recipe they loved from childhood, a mix tape that contained songs that reminded them of me, or a book that was that held a special memory. This year I thought about requesting my friends to join me in a volunteer activity, but the timing of events wasn’t working out for me so I am scraping those plans. Now I am thinking of requesting people to share a story about me from their personal experiences on my blog. Hmmm…perhaps with my friends that would not be such a good idea I might end up finding out things about myself I’d rather not know…LOL!