- My story is long and confusing. Do not read until you are bored, or have no work to do.
- Maybe meeting someone in the grocery store or (or car) isn't all its cracked up to be....here it goes
Sunday, March 1 - 9am I'm driving home from WHC when my sister just KNEW she was gonna have the baby on Sunday. She asked me to drop her off, and of course, at 9am on a Sunday, with no intentions on going to church... I looked a hot ass mess. I was wearing these red sweatpants I stole from Jen, My favorite green hoodie, and my beat up ass Uggs, (additionally, I was wearing glasses, my braces rubberbands, and since my hair was all over my head, the hoodie was covering my hair).
So as I sit at a light, this guy asks me to roll down my window. Corny right. Actually HELLA corny, but since he was cute, I obliged. (thinking: he must really see my beauty under this hot ass mess - LOL) Anyway...that's how I met Chris.
After talking on the phone a few times, I thought to myself, damn, he really is like that. There were just a few things that slightly bothered me...he has a degree from NYU in Economics. Excellent right, but he is a mechanic. Now I understand that in 2009, he's probably better off as a mechanic than an economist, but still. And yes I know it bourgie for me to feel a certain type of way about people with blue collar jobs, but hey,...I'm being honest right. Another annoyance is that he had an issue with all things bourgie....clearly he wouldn't have been prepared for dinner with my family. His connotation of bourgie = bad. And I'm like well why they hell are you talking to me, cause I'm clearly a little boughetto.
Moving forward...he asked me to go to his friend's housewarming as a first date. I thought that was the lamest first date ever but, hey...I can go with the flow.
So Friday night he is pressing me about this house warming, what time am I getting there (it starts at 6), whether I'm gonna bring friends, then he springs this on me....its a potluck! I have to bring something. That got the ultimate BOO, but again, I was thinking "don't block your blessings".....you should see my face right now.
So Saturday 3pm rolls around. I call to ask what the address is. No answer.
4, 5, 6, 6:30....he finally calls and says he doesn't have the address and that he'll call me once he gets it. Am I still coming? (Sidebar: When I hadn't heard from him by 4, I decided not to go, and at 5:30, I was baking brownies, with absolutely no intentions of going anywhere for the night.)
7, 8, 9, 9:30 rolls around and he finally calls with the directions. And to ask if I'm, still coming. I inform him that I'm taking a nap, and that he should call me in an hour to wake me up.
10:30. he calls back. I'm still sleeping. I'll call you when I am dressed.
12:00am I call him, no answer. Me, my best guy friend (bgf), and my sorority sister (Front) go to a party at a lounge on U St....it was wack. Me, bgf, and another sorority sister (ans) sat in the downstairs section of the lounge and talked most of the night.
2:00am. I call him, no answer
3:30am - He calls and asks "what are you doing?" That is the dumbest question anyone can ask at that hour. I should have said I'm up knitting a blanket. But regardless, he apologizes for not answering. he was drunk, and says he wants to go get food.....Um no. Then he asks can I come pick him up. I failed to mention this fool lives PAST WHEATON. So I responded pick you up to bring you where? he was like why are you treating me like a step child. I responded, you're kidding right, you need to watch your tone (he was getting loud with me, and was in front of his boys). Finally I responded call me when you get to your car and you can pick me up....of course I had no intentions on going anywhere but I wanted to see what he would do...
4:30am. He calls, no answer. Funny thing...I was actually up, and just watched the phone light up.
Sunday He calls at noon and apologizes for the whole mess of Saturday. he asks can I meet him at Lucky Strike. Front spent the weekend with me, so she came along too. Plus, who goes to lucky strike alone...apparently Chris does.
So when I get there he's talking to some random white guy. And stops to talk to me. The conversation was ok, slightly blah...until White guy comes back and says hey Will, let me introduce you to my friends. .....Who the hell is Will....this fool gave white guy the wrong name....who does that?!? That's such a woman's trait. He proceeded to talk to White guy for 25 minutes, while I watched tv, and played on fb. If I was on twitter...it would have been the perfect twitter opportunity. So after exactly one hour, Front and I leave. He calls me about an hour later and apologizes bc I "seemed like I was mad"...seemed like I was mad? Dude. I was annoyed as hell. Front says he's "lightweight crazy - what is this Rueban Studdard I'm sorry for 2009". He calls back again about 2 hours later....no answer.
The end. Kizered, Kuput.
Moral of the story, never meet a guy in a car. lol
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