Okay, so I'm struggling to know what to write ... so I thought we'd do a funny memory from the past.
Well my junior year of college I was quite the heartbreaker (ha.). Wanna know why? I had utterly NO TIME for any guy -- which made me "mysterious"...and my blatant disregard for their intentions made me an even hotter commodity.
During the summer when I had a little more free time (only a little seeing as I worked 45+ hours and was taking 3 classes) ... one guy decided to try his luck.
He had an advantage. He was fun, he was cute, he was ambitious, but most of all -- he was witty, intelligent, and hysterical all at once. So I thought I'd give him a shot.
I turned up the charm, amped up my own wit, and twinged the sarcasm. We spent one evening chatting for a long time -- eventually making plans to go get food together the next day (the universal sign of date-ish interest, no?). Well, when I showed up the following day, there he was...complete with roommate in tow. And annoying, abrasive roommate, at that. (In his mind, I believe he thought this was a great idea.)
After lunch we went back to his apartment to hang out and presumably watch a movie. Well, we sat on opposite sides of the couch during the movie because, well, I chose to. As a result of my hectic schedule -- I fell asleep while watching the movie (a problem that continues into the present).
I woke up a little while later -- feeling like something was much different than how it was when I dozed off.
No, the furniture wasn't moved around. No, I hadn't been abducted and buried alive. And no, my shirt wasn't soaked in drool or anything like that.
As my mind became clearer I realized what had changed.
I was not alone on the couch. I was no longer upright on the couch. And someone was blowing in my ear.
I quickly realized that this boy, while I was asleep, had somehow coerced my body into spooning with his ... and he had been running his hands through my hair and blowing in my ear.
Needless to say that afternoon was over.
Sadly, the stories involving this guy weren't over...including one time he told me he'd like me to be his
so that I could look pretty when he went to "important work events" and other "impressive goals for [his] life."
I simply told him I was too smart, too funny, and too pretty to be a trophy wife.
And then I stopped answering his calls.
Now it's your turn ... tell me about YOUR bad dates (or fake-dates).
p.s. ginny and tiff--you know him. ha.