its gotta get better.
so at approx. 12:36am........... I went to go get gas bc my car was wayyyy on empty. i enjoy running errands most late at night. I grocery shop at 2am more often than not.
anyway..i park at the pump get out and start pumping gas. there's 4 pumps on one side and 4 on the other and i'm alone on my side. so this dude who will be named mr. thug nation pulls up on my side in his mercedes and just stares at me. he is leaning out of the window just staring at me getting gas. since it's 12:38am i am wearing a bright green tshirt and my old black softball shorts. thus; there's really nothing to be staring at. i'm just a girl dressed in silly clothes getting gas.
so i open my car door to leave and i turn and stare at him. "this should be interesting" is running through my head at this point. i wanted to see what he was going to say. he doesn't say anything for probably 5 seconds. no witty line, nothing clever to say, no reason to talk to me. he just says "what'cha doing?" and i answer, "getting gas" and he replies "can i have your number?" to which i answer "no"
i was scared for a 1/2 of a second that he'd try and follow me home or something but thank goodness he didn't. can't a girl go out at 12:30am to get gas and not be bothered or scared someone is going to kidnap her? geeezzzz
anything the point of this story is; mr. thug nation totally dropped the ball. i could tell he thought of himself as a baller but when it was go time, he couldn't think of anything to say. and i found it totally hilarious.
speaking of boys...errrrrrrrr...nevermind :)
anyway..i park at the pump get out and start pumping gas. there's 4 pumps on one side and 4 on the other and i'm alone on my side. so this dude who will be named mr. thug nation pulls up on my side in his mercedes and just stares at me. he is leaning out of the window just staring at me getting gas. since it's 12:38am i am wearing a bright green tshirt and my old black softball shorts. thus; there's really nothing to be staring at. i'm just a girl dressed in silly clothes getting gas.
so i open my car door to leave and i turn and stare at him. "this should be interesting" is running through my head at this point. i wanted to see what he was going to say. he doesn't say anything for probably 5 seconds. no witty line, nothing clever to say, no reason to talk to me. he just says "what'cha doing?" and i answer, "getting gas" and he replies "can i have your number?" to which i answer "no"
i was scared for a 1/2 of a second that he'd try and follow me home or something but thank goodness he didn't. can't a girl go out at 12:30am to get gas and not be bothered or scared someone is going to kidnap her? geeezzzz
anything the point of this story is; mr. thug nation totally dropped the ball. i could tell he thought of himself as a baller but when it was go time, he couldn't think of anything to say. and i found it totally hilarious.
speaking of boys...errrrrrrrr...nevermind :)