Cup Physics. The Date: Part 2 (a story)

So, now we move on to the funny date story.

Last Wednesday: Technically, it started out as hanging out since neither of us had ever really asked the other on a date and we were just meeting up to play some frisbee. He seemed to really love frisbee so I named him such in my mind as we tossed it back and forth in strange new ways for over two hours.

I swear, this kid has the patience and endurance of a rock. I'm not usually the one to get bored with something first. In fact, I don't think I have been the first to get bored with something since I was five. I am the emperor of not-getting-bored-ever-even-through-ridiculous-monotony.
Frisbee seriously challenged my title.

A competition between two people to see who is more patient is like being the editor of a fishing show.

Or watching the editor of a fishing show edit a fishing show.

I'm not sure which of us got tired first, but somehow we both ended up sitting on the grass in the shade and talking. He does make very interesting conversation. I was just glad we were done with frisbee. I was hungry and my legs were sore so running around hadn't been my favorite.

Using the frisbee as a coin to flip, we decided where to go get food. The lot fell to an all you can eat pizza place--one of my favorites. :) We walked to my car through a tiny jungle of an empty lot so filled with vegetation that we almost got lost, but eventually made it to the pizza place without any large mishaps.

He paid, so I suppose at that point it became a date. I didn't really have much choice though. I left my credit card at home, so I was glad he never questioned who would pay. I did choose water to make it cheaper, (and because I love water) though he got a lemonade.

I ate way more pizza than Frisbee did. He probably ate 5 slices or so of regular pizza and then a couple of dessert slices, but those slices are tiny and it is an all you can eat place! I refuse to feel guilty about the 7 regular and 3 dessert slices I ate.

The salad I had to make it "healthy" doesn't even count.

As I was eating my dessert slices, I could tell he was done and so I expected us to leave as soon as I finished. He seemed to be in no hurry though, so I took my time and enjoyed the conversation. Even when my plate was empty he still seemed perfectly content to just sit there, playing with his cup.

His cup was almost twice as tall as mine and made of nicer paper since his was a paid drink. Mine was just a cheap little plastic water cup, but I liked my little friend. It was a cute water cup. I followed suit and began playing with my cup too. It escalated into a full scale cup spinning competition. Who could spin longest? Who could spin it sideways and get it to stand on the lip? Could anyone get it to stand on the base from a horizontal start?

We pretty much created a new sport. It only made it better that we had two very different cups to work with. The paper one had a more controlled spin, but was virtually impossible to get from a horizontal start to a vertical finish. It was great at flips and tricks too, but my little plastic cup was the more entertaining of the two. It would spin like a top and the short stature of it gave it the ability to switch between horizontal and vertical positions during one spin. It was fascinating. We called it Cup Physics. I was actually quite amused for a time, but even with all the fun of Cup Physics the time started to grind on me.

Frisbee's endurace!! (I'm going to use that as an expletive.)

I figured we had stayed after we were finished so we could eat just a little more before we left--one more slice of the Oreo dessert pizza is worth that--but we never went back for more food. When the restaurant finally began closing, it was ten. We figured the math and we had spent four hours there. I don't know how much of that was spent eating, but at least two hours had to have been Cup Physics.

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We played with cups for two hours.