I was at Ramen Shop on Smith St with a bae-friend, chowing down daintily on the veggie option when I had a flashback to the last time I had ramen on a date..
September, 2016
I was sitting at one of the restaurants on Victoria Street drinking the free tea, waiting for Tinder Luke to arrive. The restaurant owner and his mother (or wife, who can tell, Asians only age between 0-14 and then suddenly again at 75) were watching a game-show on the TV hanging from the roof. The place, otherwise, was empty.
After 15min of staring out the window, my phone pinged: Sorry I’m running late – order something – dinner is on me! Luke
I was hoe-ing (lol) into the prawn spring rolls when he walked in and sat down –
TL: So, sorry I’m late – oh good you’re hotter than I was expecting – I’ve been on the phone to my financial backer. I’m making a doco about the 90s rave scene in Melbourne, interviewing people who took Es to see what effects it has had on them. It’s basically about me and my friends. We used to deal ’em. And eat ’em like Tic Tacs.
Sprink: Hi, nice to meet you. So who is backing what etc?
TL: One of the guys we are interviewing has got a few $ thou. And he knows someone who has a cousin at the ABC – or SBS, I forget which – so it’s happening. Just gotta film it.
Sprink: Sounds solid. You’re a doco maker?
TL: Well, yeah. This will be the first one and then I’ll do more. My mate Graeme’s got a really good camera but they make movies with iPhones now so I’ll also use me phone.
2 x ramen arrived (fat noodles, watery, no taste) and TL talked at me about topics including how he’d lived 5 years ‘off grid’ (jail?), and how ‘chicks are cheats who just want money and cars’.
He started to eat his ramen. With his fingers. Slurping and prodding the noodles into his mouth, and then pulling the long ones out and plopping them back in the bowl. I announced I had to leave, he announced he had no money and could I pay the $23 for our meals.
I said bye and as I walked across the road to my car, he called out..
TL: Hey, so like, can I throw a leg over?
Sprink: What? Are you friggin serious, dude?
TL: OK then, next time. I’ll take you out again. Bowling? Yeah, chicks like bowling.
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