I regret to report that, no sooner had I written my last blog, I found myself flirting with someone on facebook who had obviously found me because of being on the Planet staff because of our mutual friends Dex and Intern Tyler (the latter of whom has also had an unfortunate run-in with this crazy individual who we will call Spam, Spamela Wain). It started out innocent enough as I was just making funny comments on her status which was talking about her wanting to beat Adam Lambert’s gay emo ass. Well comments turned to messaging and the rest is history.
Well, we made plans to meet on Friday and go out or just chill but then she contacts me on facebook on Thursday telling me her car has broken down in Anderson so I agree to ‘rescue the damsel in distress’ when i got off work later that evening. So I go and pick her up and we go hang out at my place. Now, over the years I’ve learned to pick up on certain signs from women and, when she sat down on my couch, she sat in a spot that left just enough room for me to sit right next to her so our legs were touching. So I got cozy with her as we watched Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story with Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn. As we watched the movie (which we both have seen), she confided in me that she has trust issues with men. Respecting that I didn’t try too many smooth moves so not to set her off. I did, however, ask if I could kiss her once the movie was over and she said I could. So we started making out for a few seconds then she started freaking out. I pulled back but she continued on a tirade so I took her home giving her my two cents worth on the way.
When we pulled up at her place, we sat in the car and talked for an hour or so and somewhat cleared the air. I then walked her to the door and managed another quick kiss as we said goodnight.
The next day came and I texted her to see if she still wanted to go for round two despite the rocky night before and she said she did and told me to pick her up at 8:30. Still skeptic from the first round, I dragged ass leaving to pick her ass up and arrived around 8:45 or so. The night started out ok as we ran by Blockbuster to see Reverend Jim and rented The Hangover and Zombieland on Blu-ray and then ran by the grocery store and Wendy’s to grab some snacks and some grub.
We started with Zombieland since Spam hadn’t seen it yet and I wanted to see it a second time. I gotta say I enjoyed just a bit more than the first time back in the theater, but the deleted scenes sucked so they were deleted for a good reason!
Zombieland \m/ \m/ \m/ \n
Next we watched The Hangover which I hadn’t seen and she wanted to watch again (so it worked out overall). I was skeptical about the movie because, honestly, the previews were NOT funny. However, I have to admit the movie was pretty funny but still didn’t meet the hype.
The Hangover \m/ \m/ \m/ \
During the movies, we got a little cozy on the couch, but as soon as the last movie was over she wanted to go home very abruptly. Granted it was already after two but she had expressed no desire to be home at a certain time all night and was rather rudely insistent on going home so, instead of fighting with her, I hopped up and got ready to leave with as much urgency as her to go – only mockingly as I was obviously perturbed.
On the way back to her place, I remained fairly silent as she went on and on about random crap I honestly no longer cared about. Finally sensing my agitation, she started on this lecture about how she’s too busy for relationships with her upcoming schoolwork and that I obviously was too because she knew I had just put in a 55 hour work week. Refusing to let her try and pull a fast one on me I asked her what she was trying to say and pointed out what she undoubtedly already knew: I didn’t care! Irked by the fact she was trying to get the upper hand on me, I told her it would probably be better if she never called me again and let her know how rude I thought she was to accept my courtesy and then so quickly throw such an icy shoulder. She agreed that she was rude but showed little or no true remorse and, as she got out of the car she unconvincingly said she was sorry to which I replied, “No you’re not! F#%k off!” and sped off. Outside off sending a few pissy text messages later that night, I haven’t heard from her since. Good riddance to bad rubbish!