Danny Buenos Aires-Please don't be another psycho
So now I'm nervous about Danny. I start not trusting guys fairly quickly nowadays, which is I good thing, I think. But I'm getting together with him tonight to watch the New York Jets play-I'm meeting him at w4th and 6th av and then heading to a sports bar. What if he's a total psycho? All of his pictures are just of him flexing. Though, I understand that guys do this when they're trying to lose weight and put on muscle-it keeps them going. And he says he never goes on Facebook. But then again, why does he only have seven friends, all of them girls? And no way "Sic" is his real last name. What's going on here?
Also, I'm supposed to see him on Wednesday, too. I already feel like this will be a disaster. There's nothing that great about the guy, other than his body (which is starting to creep me out in its gigantic-ness) and his interest in my writing. He's also a radiologist or something like that, but that doesn't interest me. And now I have two engagements with him this week. He lost a point yesterday, asking to see me and then telling me he couldn't when I later asked him when. So far, the negatives outweigh the positive: he's obsessed with football and his body, and he's hiding a lot of things (it'd seem). Also, he's charming in a Sebastian sort of sense, which I won't let lure me in again. His friends did seem awesome, though. I just don't want to be missing in the morning because I met some stranger on W4th and 6th who was the size of a hulk and decided to take some of this aggression out on me.
Also, I woke up to a text message from him that I should've not responded to in my sleepy state: something about did I need a jersey. I asked if he wanted me to wear one. He said that if he's going down, I'm going down with him. Very funny, but now I'm wearing a giant man's NYJets jersey tomorrow in a sports bar. Me. Wearing a NYJets jersey. If I don't get killed, this will be hilarious. I don't know how to yell at things, especially not a television screen. I guess I'll pretend and laugh my ass off. That'll give me something to write about...something he'll end up reading, unfortunately or fortunately...
I just want to go to the Keys.
Also, I'm supposed to see him on Wednesday, too. I already feel like this will be a disaster. There's nothing that great about the guy, other than his body (which is starting to creep me out in its gigantic-ness) and his interest in my writing. He's also a radiologist or something like that, but that doesn't interest me. And now I have two engagements with him this week. He lost a point yesterday, asking to see me and then telling me he couldn't when I later asked him when. So far, the negatives outweigh the positive: he's obsessed with football and his body, and he's hiding a lot of things (it'd seem). Also, he's charming in a Sebastian sort of sense, which I won't let lure me in again. His friends did seem awesome, though. I just don't want to be missing in the morning because I met some stranger on W4th and 6th who was the size of a hulk and decided to take some of this aggression out on me.
Also, I woke up to a text message from him that I should've not responded to in my sleepy state: something about did I need a jersey. I asked if he wanted me to wear one. He said that if he's going down, I'm going down with him. Very funny, but now I'm wearing a giant man's NYJets jersey tomorrow in a sports bar. Me. Wearing a NYJets jersey. If I don't get killed, this will be hilarious. I don't know how to yell at things, especially not a television screen. I guess I'll pretend and laugh my ass off. That'll give me something to write about...something he'll end up reading, unfortunately or fortunately...
I just want to go to the Keys.