It took me a long time to decide whether I wanted to write this post. I couldn’t decide if it would be too childish; whether it would be appropriate for the blog; whether I would be too embarrassed to allow people I know to see this. But I like my idea for this post. I like the message, and as I write it I’m realizing that this blog is a friend I’m becoming more and more comfortable with. That’s a good thing.
I’m unlike my friends in that I just don’t “get with” girls. I haven’t in quite a long time, and I won’t anytime soon. There have been opportunities, but I’m patient. I bide my time, not compromising my standards, and wait. It’s often not the cool thing to do, and it certainly doesn’t earn me respect amongst my friends, but I’m proud of that trait.
Just last night I decided that it was finally time to tell a girl that I’ve liked for quite a long time, that I liked her. This girl is “the restaurant that I’ve been saving up for.” Turns out the feeling wasn’t mutual.
I was definitely upset when I heard the news, but I look at the situation now and I’m happy. I’m happy that I waited around even though it didn’t work out. I’m happy I didn’t submit. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I will stay the same. Last night I went to the great chef’s event (which I will write more about later) which is a fundraiser held for Alex’s Lemonade Stand every year at a restaurant in Philadelphia, which brings together some incredible chefs who set up stations and each put out a small dish. I went from station to station, Colicchio to Benno to Vetri, and realized that these guys really aren’t too different than me. They would certainly not be where they are if they had compromised their standards. Though this is usually not the popular choice, this mindset is quite admirable, and ultimately, rewarding.