The One Where I'm COMPLETELY Confused
5 Comments Published by Jason on Friday, August 3, 2007 at 11:00.
Last night, some friends and I went out for dinner at our local sushi restaurant. Afterwards, we decided to head downtown for drinks and just hang out and "enjoy" the weather. We arrived at one of my favorite restaurants, ordered our drinks, and then sat down at a table for a good conversation.
After a few minutes, the bartender came over (he's a friend) and told me that I needed to call another friend of mine. She had a very important message for me. Thinking it was something serious, I called her.
Her: "Are you still at the restaurant?"
Me: "Yes. Why? Is something wrong?"
Her: "No, no. Everything's fine, but apparently you're drawing attention."
Me: "I am? How? I'm just sitting here having drinks with C. and S."
Her: "Well, you've caught someones attention, because I've just emailed you a number of a guy that'd like to meet you."
Me: "Do what? Why not just come over and introduce himself? We don't bite."
Her: "Well, he wasn't really sure you were gay. You were apparently having a really good time with the girls. He called me to ask about you, I told him things were good, and then I had The Bartender give you the message?"
Me: "Why all the subterfuge? Why not just ask me."
Her: "Well, apparently he has competition."
Me: "WHAT? Competition? What the hell ever."
Her: "I'm just letting you know....*giggles*"
Competition? Whatever. Over me. Pfft.
These guys need to get some testicular fortitude, and just TALK. Not only that, but I'd like to know who's asking about me. I'm not a fan of being stalked.
Who would be?
OH, and another thing...WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO CALL THESE GUYS?? They can either balls up and introduce themselves, or get my cell from me. I'm tired of all this high school crap drama. Thank you. [exit soapbox stage left]
dude, if they're too chicken shizz to come and say hey, don't bother. :D
that anonymous post was made by me, by the bye.
So what happened? You left out the rest of the story.
Raph: Oh, fear not. You know about the guys around here. I'd rather just not have to hassle with it.
Steven: There is no rest of the story. I stops there.
Yes, I agree, it sounds very 5th grade recess'ish.
The power of the fear of rejection strikes again.