I think it's time for another update as I have had two pretty comical moments since November. I'm gonna give you some build up on these; the second one is worth the wait.
BG Update (I guess)
So I think BG and I are making negative progress, if you want to classify what is or isn't going on as any sort of progress.
The last time he was in town he texted me and I somewhat avoided meeting up with him. I was out with friends both weekend nights and could have easily told him to meet us somewhere, but I didn't. I wasn't trying to play games, I simply wanted to spend waking hours with my friends over him.
With that being said, Sunday night I decided to capitalize on him being in town and hang out with him. He told me to come over to his boss's house (which he was house-sitting), and of course I envision this colossal Santa Barbara villa overlooking the mountains. It didn't seem like TOO cray of an assumption as his boss owns a skate shop in town and shit is not cheap here.
Well, I was wrong. I drag my ass over there in the rain (ugh, hate even thinking about leaving my house), and the house is this tiny one bedroom house with shit everywhere. I'm not that picky about these things or judgmental about the house, but when I leave my house for this kind of thing, it should be worth it.
At first I suggest going back to my house and he asks me if I'll drive him back after (I think - couldn't you just drive yourself?). In typical fashion, I say I guess I could at some point...
He counters with "I think this is fun and different," LOL. I think it's kinda gross and not even his house. We end up staying there and hooking up on this couch - random papers everywhere.
After we're done, we sit awkwardly in living room and I decide that I was right about being somewhat over this earlier in the weekend. I drive home but wait in my car so that my roommate doesn't comment on me being over there for less than an hour - he has now nicknamed my weekend expeditions "Beegeehbangs".
Bartender Update
This one is a bit more shameful. Since my roommate got mono after me, we always discuss the source, even though I was previously convinced it was that bartender.
Well, said bartender texted me recently and approached me at his bar (this never happens, we always avoid each other when I'm in there - I also did not respond to any of his texts). This contact, coupled with recent discussions with my roommate about a possible mono transmission through my female coworker (no weird stuff, but we shared drinks and hung out a lot), gave me a recent interest in solving the mono mystery.
While I kind of know I can't solve the mono mystery ever for real, I wanted to know if this bartender at least had it - and since contact was now open, it became a mono mission.
Like most of my solo missions, it ended questionably. I showed up at his bar and didn't really talk to him. He texted me "where you at" a few times after he got off work. Eventually, I was home and pretty drunk when I got another where-you-at-type text.
Some sort of desperation came over me. I responded that I was home and falling asleep, and that he had 10 minutes to get here. BOLD, right? OBVIOUSLY he showed up - who wouldn't after getting that text?
Once he arrived, it took me less than 5 minutes to make fun of CrossFat, the gym cult that he was a member of when we met, and is now a coach at. I'm sad to report that my gym is now a CrossFat gym as well, but we are not bro.
Post CrossFat convos and a few shots of Fireball, I continue in boldness and tell him I am tired of standing in the living room. Just to note, my living room is fucking freezing at night, and lately, it's been between 32 and 40 at night here.
We go to my room, and as shit starts going down, I bring up mono. He rather convincingly says that he has never had it, and I (I'd like to think tastefully, but probably not) give him a brief overview of death mono. That convo ends and doesn't seem to put a halt to anything.
Since I can't get enough of being awkward and capitalizing on moments, I also say at a prime moment, "does this mean I finally get free drinks at your bar?" He replies "I think we can work something out". UMM, I think this shit is working it out homeboy.
All of this Bobby and Whitney chaos ends around 11AM when he gets a call from his landlord about some lease shit and doesn't neglect to mention CrossFat, and how he makes $1500 a month there IN ADDITION to bartending - baller.
Fast-Forward a few weeks: I show up at his bar and NO FREE DRINKS! Game over.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Thursday, October 25, 2012
BG Update + Other Happenings
Hi, okay so I am over the takes-teeth-out bartender (mentioned previously) for now. He's too cray and you know I have that looming fear of SUPERAIDS, since he has literally slept with the whole town.
Quick detour - I don't think I ever wrote about this, but this guy messaged me on OkCupid once, and like all the others, I ignored him. A few weeks later, he ended up being a friend of a friend and I didn't recognize him from OkCupid. Unfortunately, he recognized me and super-awkwardly kept asking me questions to get me to figure it out - like: Hey where do I know you from? Hmm, did we meet before? Was it online? OHHH, now I finally get it, OkCupid, the bane of my existence. Once I figured it out, I was immediately over any potential chance for conversation with him. This was probably a year or more ago, but I recently ran into him again at da clubz, continued to avoid.
In other news, I hung out with BG last weekend since he is back from his Euro tour. He has since cut off his dreads (which I surprisingly liked) and now looks his age - 24, but he still looks good. We had a romantic evening watching some episodes of Fresh Prince and Swamp People, ending with, finally, a non-awk hookup. He was in town for like 5 days or something, but that was the only time I saw him, although this was our first relatively-sober conversation night. I say "relatively" because we may have perhaps shared a glass of wine and some Jameson, but sadly for me, that's better than usual.
He always does this thing where he leaves in the middle of the night, which really bothers me for some reason, and he didn't exactly do that this time. However, he was staying at his old boss's house who had to leave early in the AM, so he had to get there by 6AM to get back in - which for me is technically the middle of the night - but for others, it's morning.
So I wish I had something funnier to add, but the only funny moment was when he asked me if I had condoms, followed by, "do you have Magnums?" Why yes, of course I keep a full collection of every type of condom size, brand, flavor, and material manufactured in my bedside table.
Quick detour - I don't think I ever wrote about this, but this guy messaged me on OkCupid once, and like all the others, I ignored him. A few weeks later, he ended up being a friend of a friend and I didn't recognize him from OkCupid. Unfortunately, he recognized me and super-awkwardly kept asking me questions to get me to figure it out - like: Hey where do I know you from? Hmm, did we meet before? Was it online? OHHH, now I finally get it, OkCupid, the bane of my existence. Once I figured it out, I was immediately over any potential chance for conversation with him. This was probably a year or more ago, but I recently ran into him again at da clubz, continued to avoid.
In other news, I hung out with BG last weekend since he is back from his Euro tour. He has since cut off his dreads (which I surprisingly liked) and now looks his age - 24, but he still looks good. We had a romantic evening watching some episodes of Fresh Prince and Swamp People, ending with, finally, a non-awk hookup. He was in town for like 5 days or something, but that was the only time I saw him, although this was our first relatively-sober conversation night. I say "relatively" because we may have perhaps shared a glass of wine and some Jameson, but sadly for me, that's better than usual.
He always does this thing where he leaves in the middle of the night, which really bothers me for some reason, and he didn't exactly do that this time. However, he was staying at his old boss's house who had to leave early in the AM, so he had to get there by 6AM to get back in - which for me is technically the middle of the night - but for others, it's morning.
So I wish I had something funnier to add, but the only funny moment was when he asked me if I had condoms, followed by, "do you have Magnums?" Why yes, of course I keep a full collection of every type of condom size, brand, flavor, and material manufactured in my bedside table.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Post Fiesta Update
Wow, so I actually have a surprising amount of updates. Sorry to make this post super long, but here's what has happened since the last post.
1. BG update
2. Friend's wedding
3. Bartender update
Let's start with #1.
So I thought I already wrote about this, but guess not. I continued to text him through the weekend and finally ended up meeting up with him on Saturday night of Fiesta. At this point I had been drinking ALL day but less at the end so I was more sober than I wanted to be, and unable to get really re-drunk.
I meet up with him at the original bar that we met at on Saturday and he is fairly drunk and being kind of a dick to me. At first I'm kind of annoyed/tired, so when he walks over to his friend to chat, I start talking to the people next to me. Embarrassingly, the girl asks me how I know BG, and I hesitate and say "I know him from this bar actually". Of course she responds awkwardly with "Oh...well he's a good guy". UGH. Then I started talking to one of the guys and BG magically reappears.
I'm chatting with BG about how last time he came over ended awkwardly and he mentions that I pretty much made him leave. Um, not quite, but I agree that it was awkward. Long story short, we leave and go to my house. At which point he tells me I'm in charge (duh).
Post hookup and post all of the me-making-him-leave-convo BS he tells me he has to go because he has a bike race in the morning. I'm like "UMMM I don't think so after all of the crap you gave me". We argue about it for a while, and when I say that he can probably ride his bike after sleeping here, he replies with "YOU DON'T KNOW ME". Then, we hookup again, after which he says "Okay I really have to go".
At this point I'm like okay fine and he's like "Bye babe". HAHA.
I've drunk texted with him briefly since, not to be confused with sexted, which has not happened.
2. My bridezilla cray friend got married a couple weeks ago in the hottest weather ever (104 on the day of the wedding). It was a 5 day wedding extravaganza ending with the party on a Sunday night.
The party ends up being pretty fun despite bride bitch's crayness leading up to it. One of my friends went through the guest list with her in advance to identify the 3 single men. Apparently she did a poor job because one of the groomsmen was single as well as one of the bartenders from her now husbands bar - none of these guys were identified during the screening process.
So, another friend points out the bartender, who I soon make fun of and nickname Magic Mike because he looks all dumb and smiley. At some point I change my mind as someone points out that he checked me out - game on.
I decide at one point that I am just going to get really drunk at this wedding because a. it's fun and b. it's been the longest fucking week of my life. My drunk level gets to the point where I do a public dance floor worm, in my bridesmaid dress.
Post-wedding, we all after party at the hotel, at which point I decide, I want to get REALLY HIGH too. We share two joints between 6 or 7 people and voila - I get really high. Partying continues until 4AM when this recently married guy gets drunk and creepy- at which point I say game over. As we're all leaving, Magic Mike notes that he left his alcohol cooler in one of my friends rooms. At which point, another friend suggests he should GET SOMEONE"S NUMBER (I'm like, I'm Handling it, bruh). So I get his number and show him that I added him as Magic Mike, haha.
Everyone goes in their rooms and we wait awkwardly in the hallway until I'm like, "so what do you wanna do?" We make out a bit in the hallway until someone opens the door - then I say that this hallway scene is not gonna work, so we move to the ice machine. Once that option expires via passerbyers, he insists on getting a room.
At this point its like 445AM, so I am kind of resistant to this idea since a room costs like $180. Regardless, we end up in the lobby. Somehow I am shoeless and without any possessions except my phone - classy. The hotel front desk bitch says "You guys are still up?" alluding to the fact that she told us to be quiet hours ago.
The first thing I do when we get to the room is turn the AC to 40 degrees - kind of extreme but it didn't seem to work that well. I remember thinking I had never felt this gross and sticky before.
We start messing around and I ask if he has a condom. He doesn't and says we'll just have to fool around. WHAT?! Who spends nearly $200 on a hotel room without bothering to get a condom. Remember how I said he didn't seem smart before? LOL. So we hook up and it takes FOREVER. I really wanted to sleep at one point but felt kinda bad that he paid for the room.
That's pretty much the end of that story 'til I walk o' shame back to my real room at 9am.
3. Bartender
So I still haven't banged this bartender and I still want to. I'm not sure why it hasn't happened yet, but here's the latest.
My roommate and I decide to get a burger at around 8PM at bartender's workplace. There are no seats, so we sit at the bar and he's working. I guess he was embarrassed from the teeth-removing night because he would not come to talk to us for the first 10 minutes.
Once he gets over that he comes to say hi and and we magically have replacement beers as soon as we finish our first IPAs. He then asks if we're going out and I kind of say yes since I can't say no to him. Soon, the three of us are doing shots and drinking mixed drinks before we head downtown.
Once he gets off we go to this fancy Hollywoodish bar and I am totally under-dressed in shorts and a moneky tee-shirt. Luckily, I am also drunk so I don't care. Once we get there we bypass all of the security because this bartender is the most VIP person my roommate and I have ever met in Santa Barbara.
We get drunker at that bar then leave to go to the bar where I met the BG..haha. At this bar I am pretty rrruuunk and I can't remember exactly what happened. I do know that at one point I was chatting with the bartender I said "Okay, I don't want to be in a bar anymore, where are we going?" BOLD. He responded to this comment with something in his typical range of cray like "I'll fuck the shit out of you, if you want me to"> As we know, I am not good at direct, despite asking for it with my question. I honestly don't remember what I said to that except something about how I was leaving. As I am about to go, he kisses me and I leave with my roommate.
I get bartender's number from roommate and text him something lame like "Why am I going home?"
Since I am really drunk I am failing to notice that my roommate may be even more drunk. We end up falling asleep on the same couch, and I wake up at 6AM with a dead arm. Struggles at work on Friday - I show up at 945AM.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure bartender situation will happen soon enough.
1. BG update
2. Friend's wedding
3. Bartender update
Let's start with #1.
So I thought I already wrote about this, but guess not. I continued to text him through the weekend and finally ended up meeting up with him on Saturday night of Fiesta. At this point I had been drinking ALL day but less at the end so I was more sober than I wanted to be, and unable to get really re-drunk.
I meet up with him at the original bar that we met at on Saturday and he is fairly drunk and being kind of a dick to me. At first I'm kind of annoyed/tired, so when he walks over to his friend to chat, I start talking to the people next to me. Embarrassingly, the girl asks me how I know BG, and I hesitate and say "I know him from this bar actually". Of course she responds awkwardly with "Oh...well he's a good guy". UGH. Then I started talking to one of the guys and BG magically reappears.
I'm chatting with BG about how last time he came over ended awkwardly and he mentions that I pretty much made him leave. Um, not quite, but I agree that it was awkward. Long story short, we leave and go to my house. At which point he tells me I'm in charge (duh).
Post hookup and post all of the me-making-him-leave-convo BS he tells me he has to go because he has a bike race in the morning. I'm like "UMMM I don't think so after all of the crap you gave me". We argue about it for a while, and when I say that he can probably ride his bike after sleeping here, he replies with "YOU DON'T KNOW ME". Then, we hookup again, after which he says "Okay I really have to go".
At this point I'm like okay fine and he's like "Bye babe". HAHA.
I've drunk texted with him briefly since, not to be confused with sexted, which has not happened.
2. My bridezilla cray friend got married a couple weeks ago in the hottest weather ever (104 on the day of the wedding). It was a 5 day wedding extravaganza ending with the party on a Sunday night.
The party ends up being pretty fun despite bride bitch's crayness leading up to it. One of my friends went through the guest list with her in advance to identify the 3 single men. Apparently she did a poor job because one of the groomsmen was single as well as one of the bartenders from her now husbands bar - none of these guys were identified during the screening process.
So, another friend points out the bartender, who I soon make fun of and nickname Magic Mike because he looks all dumb and smiley. At some point I change my mind as someone points out that he checked me out - game on.
I decide at one point that I am just going to get really drunk at this wedding because a. it's fun and b. it's been the longest fucking week of my life. My drunk level gets to the point where I do a public dance floor worm, in my bridesmaid dress.
Post-wedding, we all after party at the hotel, at which point I decide, I want to get REALLY HIGH too. We share two joints between 6 or 7 people and voila - I get really high. Partying continues until 4AM when this recently married guy gets drunk and creepy- at which point I say game over. As we're all leaving, Magic Mike notes that he left his alcohol cooler in one of my friends rooms. At which point, another friend suggests he should GET SOMEONE"S NUMBER (I'm like, I'm Handling it, bruh). So I get his number and show him that I added him as Magic Mike, haha.
Everyone goes in their rooms and we wait awkwardly in the hallway until I'm like, "so what do you wanna do?" We make out a bit in the hallway until someone opens the door - then I say that this hallway scene is not gonna work, so we move to the ice machine. Once that option expires via passerbyers, he insists on getting a room.
At this point its like 445AM, so I am kind of resistant to this idea since a room costs like $180. Regardless, we end up in the lobby. Somehow I am shoeless and without any possessions except my phone - classy. The hotel front desk bitch says "You guys are still up?" alluding to the fact that she told us to be quiet hours ago.
The first thing I do when we get to the room is turn the AC to 40 degrees - kind of extreme but it didn't seem to work that well. I remember thinking I had never felt this gross and sticky before.
We start messing around and I ask if he has a condom. He doesn't and says we'll just have to fool around. WHAT?! Who spends nearly $200 on a hotel room without bothering to get a condom. Remember how I said he didn't seem smart before? LOL. So we hook up and it takes FOREVER. I really wanted to sleep at one point but felt kinda bad that he paid for the room.
That's pretty much the end of that story 'til I walk o' shame back to my real room at 9am.
3. Bartender
So I still haven't banged this bartender and I still want to. I'm not sure why it hasn't happened yet, but here's the latest.
My roommate and I decide to get a burger at around 8PM at bartender's workplace. There are no seats, so we sit at the bar and he's working. I guess he was embarrassed from the teeth-removing night because he would not come to talk to us for the first 10 minutes.
Once he gets over that he comes to say hi and and we magically have replacement beers as soon as we finish our first IPAs. He then asks if we're going out and I kind of say yes since I can't say no to him. Soon, the three of us are doing shots and drinking mixed drinks before we head downtown.
Once he gets off we go to this fancy Hollywoodish bar and I am totally under-dressed in shorts and a moneky tee-shirt. Luckily, I am also drunk so I don't care. Once we get there we bypass all of the security because this bartender is the most VIP person my roommate and I have ever met in Santa Barbara.
We get drunker at that bar then leave to go to the bar where I met the BG..haha. At this bar I am pretty rrruuunk and I can't remember exactly what happened. I do know that at one point I was chatting with the bartender I said "Okay, I don't want to be in a bar anymore, where are we going?" BOLD. He responded to this comment with something in his typical range of cray like "I'll fuck the shit out of you, if you want me to"> As we know, I am not good at direct, despite asking for it with my question. I honestly don't remember what I said to that except something about how I was leaving. As I am about to go, he kisses me and I leave with my roommate.
I get bartender's number from roommate and text him something lame like "Why am I going home?"
Since I am really drunk I am failing to notice that my roommate may be even more drunk. We end up falling asleep on the same couch, and I wake up at 6AM with a dead arm. Struggles at work on Friday - I show up at 945AM.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure bartender situation will happen soon enough.
Friday, August 3, 2012
BG Texting
Since I'm cray, I was stalking BG on Twitter and noticed that he was posting pics from SB, meaning he is in town. I've been texting back and forth with him all week, with suggestions of meeting up but it never really happens.
Last night, he did his usual "what's up" 11:45PM text, kind of annoying since I work the next day and don't go to the bars on weeknights usually. I decided to reply "come over," kind of slutty I know, but I don't feel like pretending that I want to be in a bar so I can skip getting ready/walking over/having a drink when it all ends the same.
Here's how the rest of the convo went:
BG: idk I'll see how I feel.You gonna be up for a while
ME: (pissed) Probably not.
BG: I pretty faded. Idk if I could ride that far.
ME: Not enough X in BMX?
BG: Ha don't ride that one drunk
I'm just gonna pause here to mention that he is CLEARLY not getting my jokes at all. It's like midnight now.
ME: Well how long are you in town this time?
BG: Till next week
ME: Maybe we can try harder to hang out this weekend. Or you can just leave magnums in my room.
Pause again - I don't know why I thought this comment was so funny since I was kinda being dumb that night...but it's always funny until it's not, right?
BG: Haha yea for sure
Still not getting jokes. It's 1AM now.
BG: You didn't want to sleep with me so I had nothing to do with them
The above text is when it was less funny. At this point, I FINALLY realize he is just drunk and not understanding what I'm saying at all.
ME: Haha it was the first time we really hung out. I was just kidding, but it was funny to find those. I do want to hang out before you leave though, so call me tomorrow.
So much for trying to be less awkward. Maybe I'll have an update after this weekend, but not if this kind of BS continues on my end, lol.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Okay, maybe I’m not AS done with bartenders as I thought
I’ve
had a crush on the bartender at my favorite restaurant/bar for a while.
He has a big time bromance with my roommate, so we see him often and
hang out only when we run into him at the bars.
He’s pretty out of my league (in coolness) and his last girlfriend was basically a model. He’s just kind of the ultimate cool personality, haha.
One day a few months back we were brunching at his restaurant for a friends goodbye party. It was one of those brunches with unlimited minosas so you either get sick full or blackout ruuunnk. I chose the later, since being full didn’t sound as good. I don’t exactly remember leaving the restaurant except for a couple highlights. 1. I remember saying a tearfully dramatic goodbye to my friend (gotta love the public cry) and 2. looking for this bartender to say who knows what before I left.
Luckily, I didn’t find him, but I did seem to think a Facebook message was the next best idea. I said “Where you at Utah?” Yes, it could have been much worse, but still kind of embarrassing since I go to this place a few times a week.
I never got a response and somewhat forgot about it until a couple weeks ago when he gave me this weird look for across the bar. I’m not very observant of these things but I kind of got the vibe.
On Saturday, I ran into him outside of a different bar. He was hammered. Whenever we run into him hammered we never know what we’ll get (last time he picked up both me and my roommate at the same time). This time, he insisted on buying me, my roommate and our other friend a shot. We were fairly sober, so this was an unexpected turn considering we didn’t leave the house until after 11.
Post-shot, he literally takes out 4 or 5 of his top and bottom front teeth. This was a very Kid Rock/midwest moment, but pretty hilarious nonetheless.
Out of nowhere he tells me that I shouldn’t be wearing a crossover purse because “people just want to motorboat you, but I mean I won’t” HAHA. I’m really just wearing a tank top, nothing cray.
Then I walk away to hang with some friends who came in from out of town, and I overhear him talking to my roommate about me. He thought we were together, like beyond roommates (not surprising, we’re co-dep and everyone thinks so) and then started saying all kinds of cray shit.
Later he tries to kiss me and tells me he is leaving and taking me with him. In my historical first exercise of self control I have to turn him down (because I have out of town people and the stuff he was saying was really pretty ridic). I immediately look at my friend and say that I made the wrong decision, lol.
He proceeds to kidnap my roommate and take him on an adventure after asking me if he should (I said yes not knowing what that would entail/not my decision).
My roommate shows up an hour later, telling me that he is crazy (duh) and that he showed him a pic of his roommate and suggested a "roommate switch".
The story ends there for now. Oh, and Fiesta is next weekend...
He’s pretty out of my league (in coolness) and his last girlfriend was basically a model. He’s just kind of the ultimate cool personality, haha.
One day a few months back we were brunching at his restaurant for a friends goodbye party. It was one of those brunches with unlimited minosas so you either get sick full or blackout ruuunnk. I chose the later, since being full didn’t sound as good. I don’t exactly remember leaving the restaurant except for a couple highlights. 1. I remember saying a tearfully dramatic goodbye to my friend (gotta love the public cry) and 2. looking for this bartender to say who knows what before I left.
Luckily, I didn’t find him, but I did seem to think a Facebook message was the next best idea. I said “Where you at Utah?” Yes, it could have been much worse, but still kind of embarrassing since I go to this place a few times a week.
I never got a response and somewhat forgot about it until a couple weeks ago when he gave me this weird look for across the bar. I’m not very observant of these things but I kind of got the vibe.
On Saturday, I ran into him outside of a different bar. He was hammered. Whenever we run into him hammered we never know what we’ll get (last time he picked up both me and my roommate at the same time). This time, he insisted on buying me, my roommate and our other friend a shot. We were fairly sober, so this was an unexpected turn considering we didn’t leave the house until after 11.
Post-shot, he literally takes out 4 or 5 of his top and bottom front teeth. This was a very Kid Rock/midwest moment, but pretty hilarious nonetheless.
Out of nowhere he tells me that I shouldn’t be wearing a crossover purse because “people just want to motorboat you, but I mean I won’t” HAHA. I’m really just wearing a tank top, nothing cray.
Then I walk away to hang with some friends who came in from out of town, and I overhear him talking to my roommate about me. He thought we were together, like beyond roommates (not surprising, we’re co-dep and everyone thinks so) and then started saying all kinds of cray shit.
Later he tries to kiss me and tells me he is leaving and taking me with him. In my historical first exercise of self control I have to turn him down (because I have out of town people and the stuff he was saying was really pretty ridic). I immediately look at my friend and say that I made the wrong decision, lol.
He proceeds to kidnap my roommate and take him on an adventure after asking me if he should (I said yes not knowing what that would entail/not my decision).
My roommate shows up an hour later, telling me that he is crazy (duh) and that he showed him a pic of his roommate and suggested a "roommate switch".
The story ends there for now. Oh, and Fiesta is next weekend...
BG Part 2
Since
the first BG put his full name in my phone, I decide to google him. He
turns out to be a pro BMX dude with tons of pics/videos online. That
made for a fun hour of stalking at work, and even though he was intense,
I became rather intrigued by his “celebrity.”
I casually texted with him the next week, keeping it super vague because I was slightly intimidated by the idea of a meetup. By the time Saturday comes + 3 beers, it finally sounds like a good idea. I meet up with him at a bar (with like 20 friends randomly), and he ends up actually being pretty cool. We all go to a new bar, and the friend he came with really wants to leave, so he asks if he can message me later. My typical awk response was “um, maybe but I have a bunch of people staying with me.”
Fast-Forward like twenty minutes of me thinking I don’t care that he left and I suddenly care. I text him to come back and he does. We walk to 7-Eleven, and then back to my house. I didn’t intend on bringing him home, but I obviously didn’t feel too strongly about it.
When we get to my house, my roommate and his cousin show up at about the same time. We all start watching TV and after a bit, the two of us are in my room.
I won’t go into details but here are some highlights:
- Me: “I don’t know if I want to be THIS naked”
- Him: “Can we turn on the lights?” Me: “Nope.”
Yikes. Needless to say, I haven't heard from him since besides a text or two.
I casually texted with him the next week, keeping it super vague because I was slightly intimidated by the idea of a meetup. By the time Saturday comes + 3 beers, it finally sounds like a good idea. I meet up with him at a bar (with like 20 friends randomly), and he ends up actually being pretty cool. We all go to a new bar, and the friend he came with really wants to leave, so he asks if he can message me later. My typical awk response was “um, maybe but I have a bunch of people staying with me.”
Fast-Forward like twenty minutes of me thinking I don’t care that he left and I suddenly care. I text him to come back and he does. We walk to 7-Eleven, and then back to my house. I didn’t intend on bringing him home, but I obviously didn’t feel too strongly about it.
When we get to my house, my roommate and his cousin show up at about the same time. We all start watching TV and after a bit, the two of us are in my room.
I won’t go into details but here are some highlights:
- Me: “I don’t know if I want to be THIS naked”
- Him: “Can we turn on the lights?” Me: “Nope.”
Yikes. Needless to say, I haven't heard from him since besides a text or two.
Finally Caught Up!
Alright! Those last few stories were a bit abbreviated, but at least we’re up to date.
A few weeks ago, my roommate comes home at around 10:45 on a Saturday night. I'm laying on the couch, in my pajamas, watching TV. He insists that we need to “go out and socialize!” which initiates a conversation about how going out does not necessarily mean we are socializing with anyone other than each other or our friends. Regardless, I agree to go out, and he suggests that we have a contest to see if we can meet people in bars. I immediately reject that idea since I've had a very low success rate of meeting people in bars. If you count getting mono as being successful, then I super win.
Anyway, we never agree on terms or anything, but we have a good laugh. We proceed to share a bottle of wine (predrink of winners with purps teeth) and head out to our new fav karaoke bar.
I manage to do a good amount of damage over the next hour, getting surprisingly intoxicated. This is unbenounced to me, however, because I think I’m really sober. Next, we run into some friends and hit the dance floor (and by “hit” I mean I probably dance awkwardly like usual).
At some point, I start to non-committally dance with this one BG (black guy, meant in the most endearing way, trust). As usual, I am semi-oblivious to what is happening, and my roommate mentions that I should talk to him. After that, my roommate disappears, I’m like - fine, I’ll try this one time.
I As we're chatting, I drop my phone and as I go to pick it up, I finally realize I’m not just that cool sober person I had imagined. Next thing I know, I am making out with him in public, next to a dance floor. Keep it classy.
Not too long after, it gets too intense and I’m like GTGKBYE. I get his number, etc.
Next bar, I meet another BG on the dancefloor (something that never happens, ever). I have to say I don’t remember too much about him, but we bumpbumpygrindgrind danced for a bit and insisted on getting my number.
He texted me something like “it was cool meeting you, we have to hang out soon” at 3AM and I never heard from him again.
A few weeks ago, my roommate comes home at around 10:45 on a Saturday night. I'm laying on the couch, in my pajamas, watching TV. He insists that we need to “go out and socialize!” which initiates a conversation about how going out does not necessarily mean we are socializing with anyone other than each other or our friends. Regardless, I agree to go out, and he suggests that we have a contest to see if we can meet people in bars. I immediately reject that idea since I've had a very low success rate of meeting people in bars. If you count getting mono as being successful, then I super win.
Anyway, we never agree on terms or anything, but we have a good laugh. We proceed to share a bottle of wine (predrink of winners with purps teeth) and head out to our new fav karaoke bar.
I manage to do a good amount of damage over the next hour, getting surprisingly intoxicated. This is unbenounced to me, however, because I think I’m really sober. Next, we run into some friends and hit the dance floor (and by “hit” I mean I probably dance awkwardly like usual).
At some point, I start to non-committally dance with this one BG (black guy, meant in the most endearing way, trust). As usual, I am semi-oblivious to what is happening, and my roommate mentions that I should talk to him. After that, my roommate disappears, I’m like - fine, I’ll try this one time.
I As we're chatting, I drop my phone and as I go to pick it up, I finally realize I’m not just that cool sober person I had imagined. Next thing I know, I am making out with him in public, next to a dance floor. Keep it classy.
Not too long after, it gets too intense and I’m like GTGKBYE. I get his number, etc.
Next bar, I meet another BG on the dancefloor (something that never happens, ever). I have to say I don’t remember too much about him, but we bumpbumpygrindgrind danced for a bit and insisted on getting my number.
He texted me something like “it was cool meeting you, we have to hang out soon” at 3AM and I never heard from him again.
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