[ WP ] A story of how I got my username .

I've never been a picky eater. My mother tells me that when I was a baby I used to grab the spoon out of her hand and shove it in my mouth ( and after 3 years of stabbing Amanda's cheek with the plastic utensil, it was a welcome relief ). I was the only kid of the 3 of us who would n't complain about dinner. While Amanda was questioning the edibility of the garbanzo balls, I was making myself a second pita-full. While Georgia was kicking the table, demanding buttered noodles WITHOUT! ANY! TOMATO! SAUCE! I was dipping my crusty bread in the pot. While dad gawked at the tentacles, I was stealing pieces of calamari off of mom's plate. But one food always stood out for me. 
 
 It was the only thing I ever saw my mom use the double boiler for. She would boil a bag of frozen tortellini, then crumble up a wedge of Danish Blue cheese and put it in the double boiler with some milk. 
 
 `` Why do you have that thing on top of the pot?'' 
 
 `` That's so it does n't burn the cheese,'' she explained, stirring the sauce, `` It needs to melt slowly.'' 
 
 And my sisters *hated* it. Which was great, because, more for me. I consumed blue cheese any chance I got. When my parents dragged me to grown-up parties, I would go straight to the cheese plate and pop a slice of blue cheese and a red grape in my mouth. When we went to Moody's I always got the blue cheese burger. I specifically requested the tortellini with gorgonzola for my 13th birthday dinner even though we had it *all the time. * 
 
 `` Geoff, why do you like --'' 
 
 `` Shut up, Amanda!'' 
 
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 With the water at a boil, I turned the heat down to medium-low. I set the metal mixing bowl on top of the pot. I could n't afford to buy an actual double boiler on my salary of Haha, I'll let future Geoff pay for all my shit, but the mixing bowl worked just as well. Except for the fact that I had to hold it to keep it stable, and then it burned my hand. And I could n't use a towel again because the last one caught on fire. So I put on my oven mitt and dropped the crumbles of danish blue into the bowl. As I added the whole milk and stirred, I heard the lock turn. 
 
 I pressed myself against the stove to avoid the swinging door. Our kitchen could technically accommodate the volume of two human bodies. As the door opened, Guiren looked perturbed and sniffed twice. 
 
 `` What is that?'' he asked, inching towards the stove. 
 
 `` Blue cheese.'' 
 
 `` Oh, god! Are you eating that?'' 
 
 ``... Yeah.'' I said, remembering that he had told me he did n't like cheese. I do n't think it was normal fare for him growing up in Shanghai. Afted he let out an ugh, I told him he could leave the kitchen if he did n't like the smell. 
 
 `` Why would you say that? That's not very nice.'' 
 
 Fuck, he was mad at me. But the sauce was done and the pasta was al dente. 
 
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 I stared at the computer screen. 
 
 `` Join the best free dating site on Earth.'' 
 
 *Why the fuck not? Just do it, Geoff. It's not like your getting dates in real life anyways. * 
 
 I am a **|Straight| |Male| |Continue|** 
 
 *Birthday, e-mail, yadda yadda yadda. * 
 
 *Ok. Pick a username. * 
 
 I stabbed a tortellini and inserted it in my mouth. 
 
 *I know! Gorgonzo! No, that's fucking stupid. * 
 
 Swallowing the first tortellini, i repeated the process. 
 
 *It's not even gorgonzola, it's danish blue. I do n't know why my mom called it gorgonzola sauce. It's a different type of cheese. * 
 
 This time I put two on my fork. 
 
 *I do n't need to do this, do I? Ca n't I just go date girls I meet in class or at parties? I mean, I ca n't. At all. Except Blythe, but she was weird and we only went out on 3 dates and* 
 
 I typed the word blueche into the field and pressed continue. 
 
 *I think that was worse than Gorgonzo. *
