WHY CAN'T NORMAL SHIT HAPPEN TO ME Part two!!!!
So. Yesterday.
Ugh.
I had to work at 8AM, which meant I had to wake up at 7. So Geo takes me to work, I train for an hour and a half, and all that shit. Work is going by pretty fast. Around 2:00 pm, Vidal comes into the store and picks up the new Muse. He's wearing a Le Tigre shirt. So far, he's totally winning on so many accounts. He asks if I'm doing anything after work. I knew that Geo would be at work and Bianca would probably be napping, so I thought, WHAT THE HELL, I might as well go hang out with a hot boy. I tell him that I get off work at 430, and that he should return and we'll go hang out.
430 rolls around and he's waiting outside the store when I leave. We go to his car and we decide that we're going to go to Taco Bell because we're fucking starving, it's cheap, and I can eat there. We end up going to a Taco Bell near his house. He lives in Compton. I ate three Beef and Potato burritos with beans instead of meat and with no sour cream and they were fucking great. Unfortunately, that was the height of my day, because everything went downhill from there.
Vidal asks if I want to go over to his house. "It's only like 5 minutes away," he reasons. Eeeek. But bad things happen when you go to guys' houses when they live by myself. I like him. And I don't know his last name. And I would like to get to know this guy before anything. I mean, this wasn't an issue of restraining myself. I just didn't want to put myself into the situation at all.
But he says his brother and sister will be there. So, really, why not? I agree and we head over to his place in compton. His house is fucking rad and it's kinda cool that he rents his own house. He had two stacks/cabinets and the most beautiful Jackson guitar. So, being the nerd that I am, I immediately pick it up (it was already down-tuned to drop C!) and begin shredding some Black Dahlia Murder and Killswitch Engage.
I meet his brother and sister. The brother is amazingly hot. The sister is super rad. Which is fitting, because she owned three Aquabats CDs. So far, I'm approving of this guy.
His brother says he needs to go shopping for a bit, so Vidal lets him borrow the car. He asks me first if I needed to get home soon, but really, I'm quite satisfied with this beautiful guitar in my hands and a hot guy in my vicinity. So his brother takes off and Vidal's sister and I bond over how great the new Unearth CD is.
One Hour Photo is playing, meanwhile, because Vidal's sister had never seen it. However, about halfway through, she gets a call from one of her friends and she's going to be taking off for the night. She asks me what movie I would recommend seeing and I turn into an ecstatic schoolgirl when I start screaming, "DODGEBALL DODGEBALL DODGEBALL."
She takes off and Vidal asks me if I still want to watch the movie. I say no because I've seen it around 10 times. "What do you want to watch?" he asks me. I'm not to sure, so I tell him, "Whatever you want."
He gets up off the couch and comes and sits next to me, wraps his arm around me, and says, in the grossest, most pathetically seductive voice, "I just want to sit here and watch you all night."
My alarms start going off. This guy just used the worst pick up line on me and he's staring at me as if any second I will become a sexual exploit of his.
"Uhhhh," I stuttered, "Let's just watch Zoolander."
"No," he insists, "let's just watch you."
God. Just when I think he can't get worse, he does:
"I'm going to make out with you."
"What? Are you announcing that you're going to make out with me?" I ask frantically.
He just gives me that sexual stare and I want to die.
"I don't know your first name," I counter. "I don't know how old you are. I don't know the slightest thing about you. I would like to know these things before we progress any further."
"It's ok. We can talk about them afterwards."
sdfalsadf;lkasdklfsdnmvxczxzvcsadks This is not what I want. I am not looking for sex or a cheap fuck or even a make out partner. Shit, I thought I'd be able to "connect" with this guy, which really isn't so much to ask, but apparently I'm "old-fashioned" or stupid.
I tell him no, that I really would like to get to know him. I mean, I really did. But now, I was more interested to find out if he was going to weird in other areas of his life.
So, thus begins a sort of question-and-answer segment for us that resembles a two-way interview. I find out he is 25. He used to live in a foster home for many years. He is half Mexican and half German (GOD, THAT IS SO HOT). He's in a quasi-metal band whose name I forgot.
And then, out of nowhere, he says, "When was the last time you had sex?"
Ugh. This is progressing into that part of every conversation gay men seem to have where they talk about sex and then end up having it. Except I don't.
I refuse to answer him, because I don't want to talk about this. So he changes the subject, and we start to talk about music. It seems to be going well when, once again, seemingly out of nowhere, he says, "So how big are you?"
"What the fuck is this?" I scream. "An internet chat room? Why does it fucking matter how big my penis is?"
"Ooooh," he coos. "I like it when you get all feisty."
Seriously, this is slowly becoming like the worst porno ever, only I'm an unwilling participant. He's rubbing my back and I feel so weird and awkward. Really, I did want to disappear at that very moment. Yeah, it's a cliche to say that, but I honestly felt that way.
Then the bomb dropped.
Vidal turns to me and is just staring at my face, and, with the next sentence, I realize I have just met yet another needy, dependent, easily-attached weirdo.
"I just want to eat you all up."
DONE DONE DONE DONE AND DONE. This conversation is over. I don't really know this guy and he already feels like a sexual predator. I reach into my pocket and fish out my phone and fake the BEST conversation with my mom. Seriously, halfway through the conversation, I've already convinced myself that I'm really talking to my own mom. I come up with some strange story about my parents coming over and me having to beat them home.
Long story short, Vidal takes me home, still apparently in love with a guy he just met. He keeps telling me how amazing I am, and how he's waited his whole life for someone like me, and I keep thinking, "I COULD BE A GIRL, FOR ALL YOU KNOW."
He tries to kiss me goodbye, but I rudely pull away and run into the safety of my pink apartment.
Ugh. Please let Ishmael be normal. I might hang out with him tonight. He dated my good friend Anthony back when I lived in the dorms. But it shouldn't be bad, because I've already met him and shit. However, my track record seems to show that all I can meet are weirdos, psychos, stalkers, and people who are emotionally and psychologically unstable.
My dad dropped off a loveseat, a bean bag, and a body pillow for me this morning. And I'm going to Six Flags with my bother, my sister, and her friend on Wednesday. I hope it rules.
Ugh.
Ugh.
I had to work at 8AM, which meant I had to wake up at 7. So Geo takes me to work, I train for an hour and a half, and all that shit. Work is going by pretty fast. Around 2:00 pm, Vidal comes into the store and picks up the new Muse. He's wearing a Le Tigre shirt. So far, he's totally winning on so many accounts. He asks if I'm doing anything after work. I knew that Geo would be at work and Bianca would probably be napping, so I thought, WHAT THE HELL, I might as well go hang out with a hot boy. I tell him that I get off work at 430, and that he should return and we'll go hang out.
430 rolls around and he's waiting outside the store when I leave. We go to his car and we decide that we're going to go to Taco Bell because we're fucking starving, it's cheap, and I can eat there. We end up going to a Taco Bell near his house. He lives in Compton. I ate three Beef and Potato burritos with beans instead of meat and with no sour cream and they were fucking great. Unfortunately, that was the height of my day, because everything went downhill from there.
Vidal asks if I want to go over to his house. "It's only like 5 minutes away," he reasons. Eeeek. But bad things happen when you go to guys' houses when they live by myself. I like him. And I don't know his last name. And I would like to get to know this guy before anything. I mean, this wasn't an issue of restraining myself. I just didn't want to put myself into the situation at all.
But he says his brother and sister will be there. So, really, why not? I agree and we head over to his place in compton. His house is fucking rad and it's kinda cool that he rents his own house. He had two stacks/cabinets and the most beautiful Jackson guitar. So, being the nerd that I am, I immediately pick it up (it was already down-tuned to drop C!) and begin shredding some Black Dahlia Murder and Killswitch Engage.
I meet his brother and sister. The brother is amazingly hot. The sister is super rad. Which is fitting, because she owned three Aquabats CDs. So far, I'm approving of this guy.
His brother says he needs to go shopping for a bit, so Vidal lets him borrow the car. He asks me first if I needed to get home soon, but really, I'm quite satisfied with this beautiful guitar in my hands and a hot guy in my vicinity. So his brother takes off and Vidal's sister and I bond over how great the new Unearth CD is.
One Hour Photo is playing, meanwhile, because Vidal's sister had never seen it. However, about halfway through, she gets a call from one of her friends and she's going to be taking off for the night. She asks me what movie I would recommend seeing and I turn into an ecstatic schoolgirl when I start screaming, "DODGEBALL DODGEBALL DODGEBALL."
She takes off and Vidal asks me if I still want to watch the movie. I say no because I've seen it around 10 times. "What do you want to watch?" he asks me. I'm not to sure, so I tell him, "Whatever you want."
He gets up off the couch and comes and sits next to me, wraps his arm around me, and says, in the grossest, most pathetically seductive voice, "I just want to sit here and watch you all night."
My alarms start going off. This guy just used the worst pick up line on me and he's staring at me as if any second I will become a sexual exploit of his.
"Uhhhh," I stuttered, "Let's just watch Zoolander."
"No," he insists, "let's just watch you."
God. Just when I think he can't get worse, he does:
"I'm going to make out with you."
"What? Are you announcing that you're going to make out with me?" I ask frantically.
He just gives me that sexual stare and I want to die.
"I don't know your first name," I counter. "I don't know how old you are. I don't know the slightest thing about you. I would like to know these things before we progress any further."
"It's ok. We can talk about them afterwards."
sdfalsadf;lkasdklfsdnmvxczxzvcsadks This is not what I want. I am not looking for sex or a cheap fuck or even a make out partner. Shit, I thought I'd be able to "connect" with this guy, which really isn't so much to ask, but apparently I'm "old-fashioned" or stupid.
I tell him no, that I really would like to get to know him. I mean, I really did. But now, I was more interested to find out if he was going to weird in other areas of his life.
So, thus begins a sort of question-and-answer segment for us that resembles a two-way interview. I find out he is 25. He used to live in a foster home for many years. He is half Mexican and half German (GOD, THAT IS SO HOT). He's in a quasi-metal band whose name I forgot.
And then, out of nowhere, he says, "When was the last time you had sex?"
Ugh. This is progressing into that part of every conversation gay men seem to have where they talk about sex and then end up having it. Except I don't.
I refuse to answer him, because I don't want to talk about this. So he changes the subject, and we start to talk about music. It seems to be going well when, once again, seemingly out of nowhere, he says, "So how big are you?"
"What the fuck is this?" I scream. "An internet chat room? Why does it fucking matter how big my penis is?"
"Ooooh," he coos. "I like it when you get all feisty."
Seriously, this is slowly becoming like the worst porno ever, only I'm an unwilling participant. He's rubbing my back and I feel so weird and awkward. Really, I did want to disappear at that very moment. Yeah, it's a cliche to say that, but I honestly felt that way.
Then the bomb dropped.
Vidal turns to me and is just staring at my face, and, with the next sentence, I realize I have just met yet another needy, dependent, easily-attached weirdo.
"I just want to eat you all up."
DONE DONE DONE DONE AND DONE. This conversation is over. I don't really know this guy and he already feels like a sexual predator. I reach into my pocket and fish out my phone and fake the BEST conversation with my mom. Seriously, halfway through the conversation, I've already convinced myself that I'm really talking to my own mom. I come up with some strange story about my parents coming over and me having to beat them home.
Long story short, Vidal takes me home, still apparently in love with a guy he just met. He keeps telling me how amazing I am, and how he's waited his whole life for someone like me, and I keep thinking, "I COULD BE A GIRL, FOR ALL YOU KNOW."
He tries to kiss me goodbye, but I rudely pull away and run into the safety of my pink apartment.
Ugh. Please let Ishmael be normal. I might hang out with him tonight. He dated my good friend Anthony back when I lived in the dorms. But it shouldn't be bad, because I've already met him and shit. However, my track record seems to show that all I can meet are weirdos, psychos, stalkers, and people who are emotionally and psychologically unstable.
My dad dropped off a loveseat, a bean bag, and a body pillow for me this morning. And I'm going to Six Flags with my bother, my sister, and her friend on Wednesday. I hope it rules.
Ugh.