Chimichangas and My Love Life

You can draw the strangest comparisons in life. Did you read the title?

I bought a pack of chimichangas from Costco last week with my roommate, thinking we would divide the lot between us. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but we had just eaten several different free samples and so were filled with endorphins, as well as on a tight schedule and I don't always fare the best with quick decisions.

Soon after this I began receiving numbers that one would normally use to enter into an electronic device for talking (such as a phone) so as to contact another person (such as a girl). Whether it was from coworkers or from people back home via my mother, I accepted the information with surprisingly little argument.

I've since eaten two chimichangas. They don't taste like the picture on the box told us they would, and they look even less like their advertised, photoshopped counterparts. And so they sit in our freezer. My roommate has already tried pawning off his half of the stash to the other tenants. I however, am not one to waste a purchase, no matter the question of quality. Rather I have rationed them out so that I know exactly how many I have to eat every week--it's not all that bad really, since giving a few days buffer in between each consumption will probably lengthen my lifespan more than the overzealous consumer.

So what does this have to do with calling girls and, by extension, dating? I thought it was obvious... Aside from the observation that both have a tendency to make my innards unsettled, there's the fact that, like the deep fried meat sacks, those phone numbers also sit in storage. Not in the freezer mind you, but either in a drawer or on my phone memory. And before I can reach in and go for the next one, I can't help but think about many of my past ventures [frowns]. My buffer period for socializing has long passed though to the point of it being almost unhealthy for me now. And unlike the "food" in question, I know this latter issue is ultimately a good thing.

But the apprehension is still there.