This is why bravery is bad...
So, about a month and a half, maybe two months ago, I went out with some of my friends to see one of them play at the Ocean Mist. While there, I saw this guy that I used to have such a crush on. Kind of quiet, offbeat tatooed indie guy. Probably owns both a skateboard and a guitar somewhere. We had met about three years ago, he used to come into Blockbuster, I'd say "hey" and blush, he'd say "hey, how's it going" and that was about it. I was too embaressed to say more, he is just a quiet guy.
The Ocean Mist was fun, I was feeling...I was on one of those "you regret the things you don't do, so I'm going to do everything that "old" brandi would never have done" kicks. Generally this mood is not particularly in my best interests. I had just enough beer to still be fully aware of what I was doing, and fueled by the encouragement of friends, compounded by my own mood, I gave Jeremy my phone number.
I spent the next week not answering the phone. The next day I realized, "Crap, I'm not the same person I was three years ago, and have absolutely no interest in dating this guy at all. I'm pretty much over the disturbed indie scene musician skater bad boy with tatoos." (Okay, I still like a tatoo here or there). I have moved on to the grad school stable job doesn't need to party all the time can have an intelligent conversation guy.
Time passes, I assume he isn't going call, that is fine by me.
I never should have answered my phone last night. I blabbered my way off as quickly as I could, and now have to call him back at some point soon. He knows my friends, so blowing him off seems like a shitty thing to do. I still have no interest in him at all though.
What do I do?
The Ocean Mist was fun, I was feeling...I was on one of those "you regret the things you don't do, so I'm going to do everything that "old" brandi would never have done" kicks. Generally this mood is not particularly in my best interests. I had just enough beer to still be fully aware of what I was doing, and fueled by the encouragement of friends, compounded by my own mood, I gave Jeremy my phone number.
I spent the next week not answering the phone. The next day I realized, "Crap, I'm not the same person I was three years ago, and have absolutely no interest in dating this guy at all. I'm pretty much over the disturbed indie scene musician skater bad boy with tatoos." (Okay, I still like a tatoo here or there). I have moved on to the grad school stable job doesn't need to party all the time can have an intelligent conversation guy.
Time passes, I assume he isn't going call, that is fine by me.
I never should have answered my phone last night. I blabbered my way off as quickly as I could, and now have to call him back at some point soon. He knows my friends, so blowing him off seems like a shitty thing to do. I still have no interest in him at all though.
What do I do?