I hesitate to tell this story, but sources stronger than I decided it must be told, and so, who am I to argue?
So, I went on this date. The details leading up to the date are kind of relevant but not the kind of details that one would share over the internet when one knows that ones parents will be reading them. So, we´ll say this: it was evening, there was a bar, telephone numbers were exchanged. The rest you can just make-up.
Anyhoo, I went on this date. Unwillingly. Fine, willingly but I was convinced it was a good idea by sources stronger than I (namely Abby and my cousin Claudia) and so I went. It was a Tuesday and we met at 9:30 at - get this - the mall (!) to see a movie. We saw Click. It was awful. yadda yadda yadda, I never want to see him again. ....Haha! You thought I´d skip over all the good parts, but you were wrong. Please let me give you some highlights of things that this gentleman did/said while we were on this date.
- When we met in front of the theatre he was with these people who then rudely left right as I arrived. He told me they were friends of his sister´s and then he said "They asked me if I was here to meet my girlfriend..." (silence on my part for fear of what was coming next) ... "I told them 'something like that'" ... ... ... um, something like that!?
- Although when we met he had a drink IN HIS HAND he felt compelled to tell me that he had been in treatment for alcohol abuse/depression. Yes, that´s right.
- His father has eight children, from four different mothers and is expecting his ninth with a thirty year old woman. The man is 68.
- He told me that when (WHEN!) I meet his father, I will really like him.
- He told me all of his siblings have kids except him and his sister that´s gay and then he told me that he lives with his brother...who is gay. Am I going insane?
- At some point during the end of the movie, he told me he was crying. During Click. Click! Crying! Kill me.
- He kept staring at me and I´d be like "WHAT?!" and then at some point the following conversation occurs:
me: WHAT?!
him: I just want to look at you. I can´t look at you?
me: um, no. You can´t.
him: (long pause) can I ask you a question?
me: (long pause) um, what?
him: why are you so beautiful?
me: ... ... ...
him: you´re not going to answer me?
me: um, no I´m trying to watch the movie. sssshhhh.
- He kissed my forehead. Does that seem like something you do to someone who is over five and NOT your daughter or niece?
- He asked me if my students bother me about being so pretty and when I responded with "My students are all professionals and they´re married and have children" he replied with "Well, do people on the street bother you?"...What?!
- He called me to make sure I got home okay AND the next day at like 2pm when I told him very politely I was working and couldn´t talk and then he called me 'bebe' and said he´d call later. BE-BE!
Also, he had made me a copy of a Morrissey DVD and later when I watched it I realized he looks a little like Morrissey. Guess which DVD I am never watching again?
Man, this is what my life has become. Attracting the freaks. Although it seems like a step up from repelling, it´s not really.
Also, Abby went on a date that was almost identical (i.e. they went to the movies at the mall) except her guy was really nice and dressed in a suit - which was totally a goal for her while she was here - and then he didn´t call her again.
And that my friends is the life of a single girl in her 20s. And then my family wonders why I insist that I will NOT be falling in love and getting married while I am here.
Ugh,
- E
So, I went on this date. The details leading up to the date are kind of relevant but not the kind of details that one would share over the internet when one knows that ones parents will be reading them. So, we´ll say this: it was evening, there was a bar, telephone numbers were exchanged. The rest you can just make-up.
Anyhoo, I went on this date. Unwillingly. Fine, willingly but I was convinced it was a good idea by sources stronger than I (namely Abby and my cousin Claudia) and so I went. It was a Tuesday and we met at 9:30 at - get this - the mall (!) to see a movie. We saw Click. It was awful. yadda yadda yadda, I never want to see him again. ....Haha! You thought I´d skip over all the good parts, but you were wrong. Please let me give you some highlights of things that this gentleman did/said while we were on this date.
- When we met in front of the theatre he was with these people who then rudely left right as I arrived. He told me they were friends of his sister´s and then he said "They asked me if I was here to meet my girlfriend..." (silence on my part for fear of what was coming next) ... "I told them 'something like that'" ... ... ... um, something like that!?
- Although when we met he had a drink IN HIS HAND he felt compelled to tell me that he had been in treatment for alcohol abuse/depression. Yes, that´s right.
- His father has eight children, from four different mothers and is expecting his ninth with a thirty year old woman. The man is 68.
- He told me that when (WHEN!) I meet his father, I will really like him.
- He told me all of his siblings have kids except him and his sister that´s gay and then he told me that he lives with his brother...who is gay. Am I going insane?
- At some point during the end of the movie, he told me he was crying. During Click. Click! Crying! Kill me.
- He kept staring at me and I´d be like "WHAT?!" and then at some point the following conversation occurs:
me: WHAT?!
him: I just want to look at you. I can´t look at you?
me: um, no. You can´t.
him: (long pause) can I ask you a question?
me: (long pause) um, what?
him: why are you so beautiful?
me: ... ... ...
him: you´re not going to answer me?
me: um, no I´m trying to watch the movie. sssshhhh.
- He kissed my forehead. Does that seem like something you do to someone who is over five and NOT your daughter or niece?
- He asked me if my students bother me about being so pretty and when I responded with "My students are all professionals and they´re married and have children" he replied with "Well, do people on the street bother you?"...What?!
- He called me to make sure I got home okay AND the next day at like 2pm when I told him very politely I was working and couldn´t talk and then he called me 'bebe' and said he´d call later. BE-BE!
Also, he had made me a copy of a Morrissey DVD and later when I watched it I realized he looks a little like Morrissey. Guess which DVD I am never watching again?
Man, this is what my life has become. Attracting the freaks. Although it seems like a step up from repelling, it´s not really.
Also, Abby went on a date that was almost identical (i.e. they went to the movies at the mall) except her guy was really nice and dressed in a suit - which was totally a goal for her while she was here - and then he didn´t call her again.
And that my friends is the life of a single girl in her 20s. And then my family wonders why I insist that I will NOT be falling in love and getting married while I am here.
Ugh,
- E
posted by Eugenia at 9:21 AM
4 Comments:
i knew you thought it was obnoxious he didnt call! argh.
don't go out without me ill be really hurt...sad face (im disinflating)
Next time put a warning or something that let your father know that he should NOT read this blog ... or else
it's definitely a step up from the homeless freaks who usually wonder why you are SOOOO beautiful!!!
onward & forward.
L
PS: why ARE you so beautiful, btw? i know... a blessing & a curse.
this is excellent.
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