Sometimes I leave things out when I blog, simply because I didn’t find the time to write something down, my mind can’t wrap itself around a situation in order to explain it correctly, or I’m nervous of being judged…
I came under a little fire yesterday for choosing The Crush (aka Guy Who-Ignored-Me-Friday-Night-and-Has-Made-Some-Douche-Like-Moves-in-His-Time) over The Subway Guy (aka Nice-Guy-Who-Seems-to-Actually-Like-Me).
Let me explain, although I am fully aware I don’t need to do this;
My group of friends works like this; we’re awesome, and funny and awesome I am obsessed with hanging out with these people and if I go 24 hours without talking or seeing one of them I go into withdrawal. We are constantly laughing, and doing stupid, yet somehow, awesome things. The Crush is in this group. When I’m around him I laugh to the point of tears. Yes, he’s made some douche-like moves lately, but may I remind you of the drama that went down on Halloween; a girl told The Crush “E loves you and I’m forbidden to talk to you” ( I know, what a biii-attch) hence some of his recent ignoring me actions were justified, because, well, I came off CRAZY.
however, we’ve worked through that and now are friends who have awesome, funny, banter. I have no idea if the movie tonight is more than just two friends going to see a movie together… but.. well, I wanted to go… because, well yes, we’re friends and have a good time together… so sue me. Also he actually wanted to go last night, but I told him I was “busy,” hoping he’d think it was a date, even though it was the gym. I KNOW, I’M SUCH A GIRL.
Second also, all the awkwardness from Halloween only disappeared when The Crush found out I had been asked out and had been texting other boys… eek, I suppose this isn’t a good sign.
The Subway Guy
I’ll admit it; I’m a creeper, like a class-A creeper. I found him on facebook and omigod people, he had a 100% full, open profile on facebook (strike 1, because seriously yo, I think that’s weird), strike 2 was he had ‘single and ready to mingle’ on his profile, strike 3 was he LOVES clubbing, I do not, I’m more of a pub type of gal, strike 4 was his age; he’s 32. I’m 24 (shhh it doesn’t matter I turn 25 next week, shhh) and finally strike 5 was his photos; he was really hit or miss in them. OH GOD I AM SUCH A JUDGEMENTAL BITCH, but seriously… think buttoned up shirt, but with minimal buttons done up, think chest hair, think way too tanned, think bucket of grease in his hair. Eeeeek. All I’m saying is I could tell from his profile, he wasn’t the guy for me and wouldn’t fit in with my group of friends…
THIS IS NOT TO SAY I CANCELLED THE DATE. I’m still going to have dinner with him, because really, who am I to be judgmental and not give a person a chance? Exactly.
That’s my reasoning. I hope you now see it wasn’t all sunshine and flowers like I may have made it out to be.