what is it with me and arrogant guys named Jason?
It's almost as bad as the Chris phenomenon, with the exception that at least I've never *dated* the Jasons.
Most of you who went to college with me have at least *heard* of the Evil Bastard. For those who haven't, he was my best friend in 8th grade, and I had the BIGGEST crush on him. We used to talk for hours. Literally. I spent $55 calling him one time from school. (My parents were pretty pissed.) But anyway, on Valentine's Day, my freshman year of college, he sent me this big package, with a long-ass letter in it. And in the letter, he said he'd be willing to consider going out with me when I got back. And then, on the NEXT FUCKING PAGE, he tells me he's interested in my sister. They wound up going to her high-school sophomore formal, and dating for a while. (They broke up when she realized what an ass he was; she saw him again a few months later, and tried to go out with him again, only to break it off again practically before it started. She doesn't learn too quickly.) So, after that, I pretty much despised him, and with good reason ("oh, I like you OK, but your sister's HOT" is NOT a good way to get a girl :P).
So at work there's this guy named Jason. And he's a good friend of mine, with the exception that he's falling into that "ass" category slowly but surely. I went to a couple of hockey games that he played in (on my co-worker Dan's team -- it's roller hockey, but it's fun and free), and we talked for over an hour afterwards each time. He'd come by my cube and we'd talk for an hour at a time (when I could get away with it). When his mom died, I went to her wake. I help him with his homework. When he tore his PCL (the ligament at the back of the knee), he called me, like, four times in two days, just to talk and to tell me what was going on. I offered to come by and help him study for his test this past weekend, but he never got back to me about it. And then, I don't hear from him for a week, and then he comes walkinglimping by and barely says anything to me. Uh, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over? I mean, I'm not trying to date the guy, believe me, because A) he's not my type, B) I'm taken, and C) even if I wasn't taken, he's not my type.
But I just don't understand. What is it about me that just screams, "HEY, if you're a dick, I'll be your friend!"? I don't deserve this!
OH well. It's no biggie. I think I'm more concerned about the fact that other of my work friends have become distant, because I HAVE to work with them every day, and I like them to boot.
PS, be happy for Mr. O. He was elected Vice-President of one of the Library Science Graduate Student Organizations (tm) today. It's cool. (He's all involved and shit. I don't get it.) I'm proud. :)
Most of you who went to college with me have at least *heard* of the Evil Bastard. For those who haven't, he was my best friend in 8th grade, and I had the BIGGEST crush on him. We used to talk for hours. Literally. I spent $55 calling him one time from school. (My parents were pretty pissed.) But anyway, on Valentine's Day, my freshman year of college, he sent me this big package, with a long-ass letter in it. And in the letter, he said he'd be willing to consider going out with me when I got back. And then, on the NEXT FUCKING PAGE, he tells me he's interested in my sister. They wound up going to her high-school sophomore formal, and dating for a while. (They broke up when she realized what an ass he was; she saw him again a few months later, and tried to go out with him again, only to break it off again practically before it started. She doesn't learn too quickly.) So, after that, I pretty much despised him, and with good reason ("oh, I like you OK, but your sister's HOT" is NOT a good way to get a girl :P).
So at work there's this guy named Jason. And he's a good friend of mine, with the exception that he's falling into that "ass" category slowly but surely. I went to a couple of hockey games that he played in (on my co-worker Dan's team -- it's roller hockey, but it's fun and free), and we talked for over an hour afterwards each time. He'd come by my cube and we'd talk for an hour at a time (when I could get away with it). When his mom died, I went to her wake. I help him with his homework. When he tore his PCL (the ligament at the back of the knee), he called me, like, four times in two days, just to talk and to tell me what was going on. I offered to come by and help him study for his test this past weekend, but he never got back to me about it. And then, I don't hear from him for a week, and then he comes walkinglimping by and barely says anything to me. Uh, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over? I mean, I'm not trying to date the guy, believe me, because A) he's not my type, B) I'm taken, and C) even if I wasn't taken, he's not my type.
But I just don't understand. What is it about me that just screams, "HEY, if you're a dick, I'll be your friend!"? I don't deserve this!
OH well. It's no biggie. I think I'm more concerned about the fact that other of my work friends have become distant, because I HAVE to work with them every day, and I like them to boot.
PS, be happy for Mr. O. He was elected Vice-President of one of the Library Science Graduate Student Organizations (tm) today. It's cool. (He's all involved and shit. I don't get it.) I'm proud. :)