I'm going out to have lunch with this girl, in a downtown high-rise area. She is small and cute, young, like my friend Siena, but I barely know her, and this lunch is sort of introductory.

We go to this small and rather nondescript taco joint. The girl sits down with my friend, who seems to be interposing himself on my date. I go to the cashier to order. It looks like a lot of hippie-veggie food, but there is one item of two tacos with beef, so I order two of those. I ask the woman behind the counter if two orders would be the right amount for a guy like me, and she says that's four tacos, and yes that's what most people order. There is also a selection of side orders, but I don't order any, because the taco orders are $11 each! $22 just for lunch seems ridiculous. She also put the girl's order together with mine, which I didn't mean to do, because it is our first date and I didn't want her to feel like she owes me anything.

The lady is huge and morbidly obese, but at first she's funny and kind of interesting, telling some kind of story about international travel, but then she won't stop talking, and starts pitching me about Jesus. I manage to dismiss her, but then in order to pay, I have to talk to her husband, who also starts proselytizing at me again. Come on, people, I came here to talk to this girl, and all that's happening is she's talking to my friend, while I'm paying $22 for lunch!

(Just got back from camping, had a conversation with Leah in which she pointed out that Torr's favorite letters and numbers were all symmetric, and I think he identified 11 and 22.)