I Dont Eat Risotto
He said he wanted to cook a dinner for me.
So I let him.
He made risotto with sausage and peppers.
Im a vegetarian. And I dont like spicy stuff.
My name is Jennie Wolfe and you might think from all this that I really like this guy but I dont. I mean, I dont know if I like him or not because I just met him, really. He usually sits a row or two in front of me in film class. You would think hed sit in the back since he usually comes in late and looks as if hes been partying all night and just remembered he had to go to class. I mean, his laces arent tied and his T-shirt is bunched up funny like he either just put it on while he was walking to class or fell asleep at his desk. And hes never dressed for the weather though he always wears a scarf, even in September.
And get this: He also wears a red hood. No coat, just the hood.
He also talks in class all the time as if he knows everything. Not my taste, really.
But he has hound-dog sad brown eyes and Im a sucker for those. So as he walked past me one day after class last week, I said something.
Didnt like that movie, huh?
Yeah, right.” I notice he doesnt look at me but at his feet, though maybe not because then he might tie those loose laces.
Tell me what you think of it, really.
Like we dont know since, as usual, he told the whole class exactly what he thought and a lot more.
I thought it was typical bullshit, he said. Americans cant make serious films. This is what always happens.
Im sorry I asked. He seems genuinely upset.
Are you going to lunch? I ask, more to just change the subject than anything else.
Im not on a meal plan.
You live off campus?
No, I live in Buckingham, and he points to a dorm behind a building.
He frowns. Looks like I raised another bad subject, though with this guy, everything looks like a potential bad subject.
The food sucks, he says, as if that explains everything. A friend and I cook all our meals in the dorm kitchen.
And so, after he had told me about all the great stuff he made with his friend which didnt really sound all that greatI mean chicken parmesan wasnt invented yesterday and I doubt his grandmas recipe tastes all that great when cooked on something one step up from a hot platehe invited me to dinner, Friday at nine.
I did something very clever before I went. I ate first.
And I did something equally smart right after we finished. I opened his front door and allowed all his chipmunks and squirrels and even his pet badgers to escape. Every last one of them.
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