Not all boys are stupid, but this one is
I don't even know where to begin.
It seems that every male that I show romantic interest in is the type that is obvious in returning said interest, but won't take me out on a date. Instead, they prefer to ambiguously "hang out" until they know for sure that they can spend the rest of their lives with me. But, since I'm not about to marry someone, it's clear that I have not achieved the calibre of future life partner yet.
Right. So. There's someone, and it's not a big deal, but it's enough of a deal that sometimes I get a little bit excited and bounce around on my toes and scoot my chair around the table. After a couple of cute and awkward "Hey, how are you" encounters, I told him that we should hang out some time. He told me that he is really busy and likes hanging out at his house, but that I could come to his show in a couple of weeks if I wanted. (Burn.)
Then, tonight, I plotted a small plot. Initially it worked out far better than I had hoped for: the someone ends up at the bar, sits next to me, and we ambiguously hang out for a good ninety minutes. Everyone pays their tab and he asks what my plan is for the rest of the evening. I say, "80s dancing! So fun!"
Him: Dancing?! Are you serious? You should come over to my house and watch a movie.
[Does he really think that watching a movie would be better than the hilarity of people watching to David Bowie and Justin Timberlake at The Fez?]
Me: I've been waiting for this all week! You should come out with us!
Him: I can't believe you're going dancing. Dancing is dumb. You'll get pregnant and go to hell.
[Now, I know that he's joking, but isn't that a little... rude?]
Me: Dancing is fun.
[At this point Amanda jumps in and tries to tell him that I'm suuuch a good dancer, which is kind, but isn't working at all.]
Him: So you're going to go the Fez after all I've done for you.
Me: Hmm. What have you done for me?
Him: Well, I came here and sat next to you when I didn't have to.
I couldn't believe it. Really. It just got worse. I was so angry. I still am.
The point is, telling a girl that something that she really enjoys is a waste of time is a good way to get blacklisted. God save me. If the boys in NZ are nice, I may never come back.
Melissa and I went to the Fez unescorted and undeterred. The dancing was good enough, but I was exhausted. We left, nine blocks to my car in the rain and began the drive home.
A block from the on ramp to the Morrison bridge we are in the far right lane of a one way street and a black car is two lanes over to the left. In the middle of the intersection the car turns right and hits the back end of my car. The jolt was huge - I pull over - the black car drives off.
I
am
so
angry.
It seems that every male that I show romantic interest in is the type that is obvious in returning said interest, but won't take me out on a date. Instead, they prefer to ambiguously "hang out" until they know for sure that they can spend the rest of their lives with me. But, since I'm not about to marry someone, it's clear that I have not achieved the calibre of future life partner yet.
Right. So. There's someone, and it's not a big deal, but it's enough of a deal that sometimes I get a little bit excited and bounce around on my toes and scoot my chair around the table. After a couple of cute and awkward "Hey, how are you" encounters, I told him that we should hang out some time. He told me that he is really busy and likes hanging out at his house, but that I could come to his show in a couple of weeks if I wanted. (Burn.)
Then, tonight, I plotted a small plot. Initially it worked out far better than I had hoped for: the someone ends up at the bar, sits next to me, and we ambiguously hang out for a good ninety minutes. Everyone pays their tab and he asks what my plan is for the rest of the evening. I say, "80s dancing! So fun!"
Him: Dancing?! Are you serious? You should come over to my house and watch a movie.
[Does he really think that watching a movie would be better than the hilarity of people watching to David Bowie and Justin Timberlake at The Fez?]
Me: I've been waiting for this all week! You should come out with us!
Him: I can't believe you're going dancing. Dancing is dumb. You'll get pregnant and go to hell.
[Now, I know that he's joking, but isn't that a little... rude?]
Me: Dancing is fun.
[At this point Amanda jumps in and tries to tell him that I'm suuuch a good dancer, which is kind, but isn't working at all.]
Him: So you're going to go the Fez after all I've done for you.
Me: Hmm. What have you done for me?
Him: Well, I came here and sat next to you when I didn't have to.
I couldn't believe it. Really. It just got worse. I was so angry. I still am.
The point is, telling a girl that something that she really enjoys is a waste of time is a good way to get blacklisted. God save me. If the boys in NZ are nice, I may never come back.
Melissa and I went to the Fez unescorted and undeterred. The dancing was good enough, but I was exhausted. We left, nine blocks to my car in the rain and began the drive home.
A block from the on ramp to the Morrison bridge we are in the far right lane of a one way street and a black car is two lanes over to the left. In the middle of the intersection the car turns right and hits the back end of my car. The jolt was huge - I pull over - the black car drives off.
I
am
so
angry.
posted by Missi at 1:43 AM
4 Comments:
...That sounds absolutely maddening. If I weren't with kids right now, I might yell a little on your behalf. That sucks. Most boys suck. I'm sorry for you.
sorry everything ended bad for you. you're five thousand times better than how you were treated, and i'm not kidding.
What a jerk! Dancing is boss. I would have gone if I had had more energy. Maybe next time.
I'd take you out dancing anytime, Missi.
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