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Today, I made a grown man cry.
This guy, I've been sitting with him in Chinese class for the past six weeks. He's probably mid- to late twenties, has a four year old daughter, and is unmarried. For the past five weeks we've just talked a little during class, attempting to make jokes in Chinese and whatnot. I wouldn't call us friends, but he's an acquaintance. Last week he suggested that we could meet up a little after class got out to do our homework together at the library. We agreed to meet last Thursday. However, he wasn't in the class that day, and didn't show up at the library either. I didn't particularly care since I still got my homework done.
He sent me an email over the weekend apologizing for not coming to the library. He said he hadn't come because he had felt the need to go out drinking into the wee hours of the morning, essentially to drown his sorrows about being a lonely bachelor. [Red flag.] "There is a girl that I have been interested in for some time but I just can't seem to break through the barrier." [RED FLAG.]
I went "Aww crap, he's talking about me."
I have a boyfriend. Who I've been with for over two years. And I live in Oregon. He is old, has a daughter, and is not my type at all.
I decided I'd pretend I didn't know what girl he was talking about, just plead ignorance until a) he goes away, or b) actually tells me he likes me, quickly followed by me having to crush his hopes into oblivion.
So when I walked into class today I tried to make light of the email, joking to him "So, the emergency was that you had to go get drunk? Lame!"
Apparently that was not the right thing to say at all.
He sat silently for a few minutes and muttered "It wasn't an emergency," before getting up and leaving the class. He didn't return until the end of the period. When he did come back to class, his eyes were slightly red and he still had a few sniffles every now and then.
I had made him cry for an hour outside.
Which I feel bad about, don't get me wrong. The poor guy's miserable. I said something that hurt him, and he was very upset.
But at the same time, it's damn funny. When I take out the fact that I'm the one who hurt him, and he's the one who's upset, then it just turns into a grown man fleeing the room crying because of a simple comment from a girl. Come on now. Man up.
So while I felt sorry for him, especially since I'd made him cry for no reason, I felt the worst about the fact that I had to work really hard to keep from laughing at him.
It got harder to keep from laughing, too, because after a few minutes of awkward silence I asked him if he was alright.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What you said just stung a little."
"Oh, I'm sorry about what I said, you know, I was just trying to give you a hard time."
"Well it worked."
" *dies* Such. A woman."
So I know I'm a horrible person, but I just can't help it. I spent the next hour and a half after class giggling. This is probably one of those times where my sense of humor has a lot of potential to create bad situations in real life.
This guy, I've been sitting with him in Chinese class for the past six weeks. He's probably mid- to late twenties, has a four year old daughter, and is unmarried. For the past five weeks we've just talked a little during class, attempting to make jokes in Chinese and whatnot. I wouldn't call us friends, but he's an acquaintance. Last week he suggested that we could meet up a little after class got out to do our homework together at the library. We agreed to meet last Thursday. However, he wasn't in the class that day, and didn't show up at the library either. I didn't particularly care since I still got my homework done.
He sent me an email over the weekend apologizing for not coming to the library. He said he hadn't come because he had felt the need to go out drinking into the wee hours of the morning, essentially to drown his sorrows about being a lonely bachelor. [Red flag.] "There is a girl that I have been interested in for some time but I just can't seem to break through the barrier." [RED FLAG.]
I went "Aww crap, he's talking about me."
I have a boyfriend. Who I've been with for over two years. And I live in Oregon. He is old, has a daughter, and is not my type at all.
I decided I'd pretend I didn't know what girl he was talking about, just plead ignorance until a) he goes away, or b) actually tells me he likes me, quickly followed by me having to crush his hopes into oblivion.
So when I walked into class today I tried to make light of the email, joking to him "So, the emergency was that you had to go get drunk? Lame!"
Apparently that was not the right thing to say at all.
He sat silently for a few minutes and muttered "It wasn't an emergency," before getting up and leaving the class. He didn't return until the end of the period. When he did come back to class, his eyes were slightly red and he still had a few sniffles every now and then.
I had made him cry for an hour outside.
Which I feel bad about, don't get me wrong. The poor guy's miserable. I said something that hurt him, and he was very upset.
But at the same time, it's damn funny. When I take out the fact that I'm the one who hurt him, and he's the one who's upset, then it just turns into a grown man fleeing the room crying because of a simple comment from a girl. Come on now. Man up.
So while I felt sorry for him, especially since I'd made him cry for no reason, I felt the worst about the fact that I had to work really hard to keep from laughing at him.
It got harder to keep from laughing, too, because after a few minutes of awkward silence I asked him if he was alright.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What you said just stung a little."
"Oh, I'm sorry about what I said, you know, I was just trying to give you a hard time."
"Well it worked."
" *dies* Such. A woman."
So I know I'm a horrible person, but I just can't help it. I spent the next hour and a half after class giggling. This is probably one of those times where my sense of humor has a lot of potential to create bad situations in real life.