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Conversations about where to go out and eat…

I was looking around beebo.org’s metalog about half an hour ago, and came across a really cool site (an onfocus component) all about that conversation that you have with friends or significant others about where to go out and eat. I was so taken with it that I blogged it for accidental riothero (which is what I decided to call Mark’s site in his absence). And then I get a phone call from Peter, a “friend or significant other”, who wants to go out for dinner this evening. I almost ran back to onfocus, and when I had finished, I had generated this:

Tom: So, what do you want to eat?
Peter: I don’t know what do you want to eat?
Tom: I guess I’m not really that hungry.
Peter: Yeah, me neither.
Tom: How does Italian sound?
Peter: Hmm, we have that a lot.
Tom: yeah.
Peter: So you’re really not hungry?
Tom: Well, I could probably eat something.
Peter: Like what?
Tom: Just about anything, really.
Peter: How about Curry?
Tom: Yeah, I guess that’s ok.
Peter: I don’t know now.
Tom: You don’t know? Come on.
Peter: We could order Chinese.
Tom: You’re too lazy to go out and get food?
Peter: No, I guess not. Where do you want to go?
Tom: I was thinking that new Italian place.
Peter: That’s all the way downtown!
Tom: It’s supposed to be good.
Peter: I guess I’m just not in the mood.
Tom: Well, what are you in the mood for?
Peter: You said just about anything.
Tom: Anything but Italian.
Peter: You suggested that earlier.
Tom: I did? hmmm.
Peter: I always feel like Curry, but we never go.
Tom: That’s fine..
Peter: I guess I’m just not in the mood.
Tom: Well, I could probably eat something.
Peter: We could order Chinese.
Tom: yeah.
Peter: You said just about anything.
Tom: I was thinking that new Italian place.
Peter: You suggested that earlier.
Tom: We could flip for it.
Peter: What are we arguing over?
Tom: Italian or hamburgers.
Peter: heads.
Tom: I don’t have a quarter.
Peter: Curry.
Tom: Yeah, I guess that’s ok.
Peter: Let’s get a pizza.
Tom: Yeah, ok.
Peter: What’s your favorite number?
Tom: 7.

Now I’m terrified that it might actually happen…