Meeting Cheesesteak: by 19 year old Kathy Ellen.

Man oh man OH MAN!
As some of you may know, I’m home until September.
Home in this case means Plattsburgh, NY

Plattsburgh drawing — Plattsburgh is right where the star is….a mostly accurate sketch by me.

I am having a great time hanging out with friends and family, writing, and un-earthing some great writing.
I found a bunch of stuff at my house written by 6th grade Ellen! (coming soon!)
And I’ve had time to go through my computer and dig up some old writing.
Somehow I’ve transfered everything I’ve ever had on any computer up to this one.
That’s at least 10 years of awesome writing.

Some of you may have heard me talk about CheeseSteak before.
The boy who chose a food for a nickname and asked me out when I was younger.
Really?
REALLY.

And just to prove how true it is, listen to 19 year old Kathy Ellen tell the story.
Here’s what you need to know:

Ames is a department store (kind of like Kmart or a smaller version of Walmart) that is now out of business.
And hey, come to think of it, so is Borders, which I talk about.
Eminem is a rapper.
AND this story is absolutely, 100 percent true.

Get ready to go back in time, and meet 19 year old Kathy Ellen!
(formatting by 29 year old Kathy Ellen)

7/22/02

So, I was working at Ames today, and it was really boring.
I might work at Borders, that would be really cool, I think.
Anyway, I had been going for about two and a half hours without a break,
and I was getting kind of restless, when in walks this shady guy, and I mean shady.

He looked like Eminem. He had frosted hair, and was tall and skinny.
He verified my point that no one good looking comes into Ames.
So, he asked me where the bathroom was.

It was a fair question,
and I told him, “just got to the left, you can’t miss it,”
and he was like, “thanks dude”, and it looked like he wanted to carry on a conversation.
So I went on ringing customers, and he left.

In maybe five to ten minutes, I could see him walking up to the front of the store,
because you can almost see from the back to the front if you know where to look.

So I am doing this, and I see him.
Well, I didn’t really want to talk to him ,so I ducked down under my register, and hoped he wouldn’t see me.
Well, no such luck.

I popped back up, and he was right there.
He was about maybe my age, and really kind of nasty.
I asked him politely if he found the bathrooms ok, and he said he did, and thanks.
And then he asked me if I was going to the fair,
and I told him maybe, that I wanted to go see Brad Paisley in concert,
and then he was like, “Well you have to go,” with some urgency.
As to impress me, or just to keep with the theme, he was like, “well, I’m working at the rope ladder.”

Then he sticks out his hand, and matter of factly says, “By the way, my name is Cheese Steak.”

Yes you heard right, CheeseSteak.
I almost fell over right there, but I was so freaked out.
So I shook his hand, and he was like, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Well, I know I shouldn’t lie, but who wouldn’t in this case?
At any rate, I do have boys that are my friends.
So he was like “Well, that’s a bummer, but you definitely gotta come to the fair and I’ll hook you up.”
I was just so glad that he was leaving that I said I would go,
and that was the funniest thing that happened to me all day.

There you have it, likes and all.
Moral of the story?
Don’t date people named after food.