BBQ
So last Wednesday I went to my friend Seth's BBQ. But the BBQ itself isn't really my main story that I wish to tell. Not much interesting happened other than twister running wild in the sprinklers EgyptianRatscrew and listening to the boring bragging of druggies. Seth really needs to pick better people to hang out with. With intelligence. And trustworthiness.
After the main event, everybody was sent home at 4 and a choice few close friends stayed for a special steak dinner (and boy was it dericious). There was this guy (Nick? Mike? Can't quite remember his name - let's call him Bob) who was at the steak dinner. He had just gotten out of a court hearing that day where he could have been sentenced to a minimum of 20 years in prison for dealing and possessing drugs. Ouch. But apparently the undercover officer who was a witness didn't show up so he got off scott-free. And told everybody about it often. Then he started smoking cigars and hitting on anything with two legs and boobs. Unfortunately, there were only two of us females there, so he hit on me a lot. I did not like this womanizing.
Being that I am a master at avoiding situations in which a guy can make a move on me/making myself non-hittable(on?), I was able to avoid any awkward situations that I would not be comfortable with. However later that evening Bob and I got to talking about Pokemon and it turned out that he had a billion million Pokemon cards at his house. I, of course, was utterly delighted and insisted that I drive him immediately to his house to get them (he said he would give them to me). Now don't be alarmed - it was a perfectly non-sexual non-anything suggestion, and there was no uncomfortable incidents on the way there and back. I did, however, learn interesting stuff about him through asking questions. It turns out we both share a ton of interests. We love video/computer games. We like anime (though you could never tell by looking at Bob). RPGs and shooter games are awesome in our books. WoW Everquest CounterStrike AdventureQuest - whatever we can get our hands on. The whole ride there and back we were talking animatedly about the topics. Oh, and cars. We both like certain kinds of cars and find stick shifts amazingly superior to automatics. I also learned later that he HAS A PILOT'S LICENSE. How awesome is that? I myself have co-piloted a C1-Cessna and a glider plane.
You know what the sad part is, though? This guy is truly a nice kid, but he fell into the whole drug life and was apparently fixated on girls as sex objects since he was 12-ish (I found this out from Seth later). But if you sit down with him and try to learn who he is, this totally awesome person shows up. After that he stopped hitting on me for the most part. There was this respect thing going on and it made me so happy. And today Seth and I were talking about it, and Seth said that afterwards he had asked Bob what his impression of me was, and he said I was cool and friendly and junk. Seth then went on to tell me that he only talks about girls and their physical attributes - and that for him to say that means he really likes me as a person.
BOOYA
One up on those sniveling flirtatious girls to show that brains and personality really do triumph. Made me feel all happy inside that I could convince a guy who only thinks about sex that there's more to girls than that. At the same time I feel a bit sad and guilty because I had a very distinct impression that he became very attached to me. Probably because he had asked me out then and there. Of course, I rejected him - I never want to date someone like that. I want stability, trustworthiness, intelligence, someone who shares the same ideals as me.
*sigh*
So far the list of people who have asked me out are:
1. A guy on my bus who barely knew me and kept calling me in the middle of the night on school nights.
2. Someone who asked me out on the rebound because I was there for support
3. A sex fiend/drug addict with a criminal background
And they've all been people who have jumped the question very quickly.
Man, I'm so good at this.
Which leads to a question - what kind of message am I sending out? Do I repel all the nice stable guys? Do I have 'don't mess with me' tattooed on my forehead so only the blind don't see it? Goodness.
I need a massage.
And a buncha hugs.
After the main event, everybody was sent home at 4 and a choice few close friends stayed for a special steak dinner (and boy was it dericious). There was this guy (Nick? Mike? Can't quite remember his name - let's call him Bob) who was at the steak dinner. He had just gotten out of a court hearing that day where he could have been sentenced to a minimum of 20 years in prison for dealing and possessing drugs. Ouch. But apparently the undercover officer who was a witness didn't show up so he got off scott-free. And told everybody about it often. Then he started smoking cigars and hitting on anything with two legs and boobs. Unfortunately, there were only two of us females there, so he hit on me a lot. I did not like this womanizing.
Being that I am a master at avoiding situations in which a guy can make a move on me/making myself non-hittable(on?), I was able to avoid any awkward situations that I would not be comfortable with. However later that evening Bob and I got to talking about Pokemon and it turned out that he had a billion million Pokemon cards at his house. I, of course, was utterly delighted and insisted that I drive him immediately to his house to get them (he said he would give them to me). Now don't be alarmed - it was a perfectly non-sexual non-anything suggestion, and there was no uncomfortable incidents on the way there and back. I did, however, learn interesting stuff about him through asking questions. It turns out we both share a ton of interests. We love video/computer games. We like anime (though you could never tell by looking at Bob). RPGs and shooter games are awesome in our books. WoW Everquest CounterStrike AdventureQuest - whatever we can get our hands on. The whole ride there and back we were talking animatedly about the topics. Oh, and cars. We both like certain kinds of cars and find stick shifts amazingly superior to automatics. I also learned later that he HAS A PILOT'S LICENSE. How awesome is that? I myself have co-piloted a C1-Cessna and a glider plane.
You know what the sad part is, though? This guy is truly a nice kid, but he fell into the whole drug life and was apparently fixated on girls as sex objects since he was 12-ish (I found this out from Seth later). But if you sit down with him and try to learn who he is, this totally awesome person shows up. After that he stopped hitting on me for the most part. There was this respect thing going on and it made me so happy. And today Seth and I were talking about it, and Seth said that afterwards he had asked Bob what his impression of me was, and he said I was cool and friendly and junk. Seth then went on to tell me that he only talks about girls and their physical attributes - and that for him to say that means he really likes me as a person.
BOOYA
One up on those sniveling flirtatious girls to show that brains and personality really do triumph. Made me feel all happy inside that I could convince a guy who only thinks about sex that there's more to girls than that. At the same time I feel a bit sad and guilty because I had a very distinct impression that he became very attached to me. Probably because he had asked me out then and there. Of course, I rejected him - I never want to date someone like that. I want stability, trustworthiness, intelligence, someone who shares the same ideals as me.
*sigh*
So far the list of people who have asked me out are:
1. A guy on my bus who barely knew me and kept calling me in the middle of the night on school nights.
2. Someone who asked me out on the rebound because I was there for support
3. A sex fiend/drug addict with a criminal background
And they've all been people who have jumped the question very quickly.
Man, I'm so good at this.
Which leads to a question - what kind of message am I sending out? Do I repel all the nice stable guys? Do I have 'don't mess with me' tattooed on my forehead so only the blind don't see it? Goodness.
I need a massage.
And a buncha hugs.