Now, the sex gods are just mocking me.
So a few of you met Leonard the other night at my birthday thing. For the record, I did not invite him, Jeff did. The first time he met me, he tried to get me to come home with him and I awkwardly turned him down with a "I'm not ready for that." I said that because we had been talking about being recently single blah blah blah, and I MEANT that I was not ready for one night stands/casual sex encounters/whatever. At least, not with someone who was trying so hard.
He was a little awkward at my birthday, but it wasn't horrible. Inappropriately placed compliments, implying that we were on a first date, things that were meant to sound like he was trying to be funny but I've seen him do this shit before. Whatever. Mostly, I ignore it.
Then at Nick's birthday on Saturday, he started doing it again, and I pretty much ignored it until he asked me about my handicap.
Huh?
Handicap, you know, like in golf. How many beers is your handicap?
So I said, let me get this straight. You're asking me how many beers it will take for me to lower my standards?
Yeah? How many?
I didn't answer that. Later, he scootched in next to me, which was actually preferable to the previous arrangement, as I was sitting down in a crowded bar with Douchey McDoucherson's ass in my face (um, the one that briefly made me question my Bible, but then ended up confirming it when he turned out to be Douchey McDoucherson). So that was at least preferable. But he cornered me into playing another stupid 5 questions game which ended in me owing him a beer. Which was fine. I gave him a twenty and said ok, but you have to get me one too.
Then he found a girl at the bar to talk to, and I was like SWEET, but bring me my beer please. He eventually did, and then went back to talking to that girl. Cool, I thought. I'm off the hook. I forgot about him, but noticed that he was still there when I left.
Then I get this facebook message yesterday:
Hi Carrie,
I apologize for my rude behavior last night. I was once tremendously bad with women, and these days sometimes I can’t help myself when presented with an opportunity to conversate. I’d like to make it up to you somehow, if you’d let me. I’ll buy you a drink, or coffee, if you like. Or maybe you’d prefer to slap me in a public place or something. You know, whatever’s comfortable.
This is both hilarious and insulting at the same time. Hilarious, because seriously? He think he's got enough game to play women like that? And seriously? Do I have SUCKER stamped on my forehead?! Why is it that guys think I'm just a toy? What is this shit?!
Anyways, should I just message him back, "Don't sweat it." Or something? Because the only thing about this that is making me mad is he's trying to play me. The rest is just funny.
He was a little awkward at my birthday, but it wasn't horrible. Inappropriately placed compliments, implying that we were on a first date, things that were meant to sound like he was trying to be funny but I've seen him do this shit before. Whatever. Mostly, I ignore it.
Then at Nick's birthday on Saturday, he started doing it again, and I pretty much ignored it until he asked me about my handicap.
Huh?
Handicap, you know, like in golf. How many beers is your handicap?
So I said, let me get this straight. You're asking me how many beers it will take for me to lower my standards?
Yeah? How many?
I didn't answer that. Later, he scootched in next to me, which was actually preferable to the previous arrangement, as I was sitting down in a crowded bar with Douchey McDoucherson's ass in my face (um, the one that briefly made me question my Bible, but then ended up confirming it when he turned out to be Douchey McDoucherson). So that was at least preferable. But he cornered me into playing another stupid 5 questions game which ended in me owing him a beer. Which was fine. I gave him a twenty and said ok, but you have to get me one too.
Then he found a girl at the bar to talk to, and I was like SWEET, but bring me my beer please. He eventually did, and then went back to talking to that girl. Cool, I thought. I'm off the hook. I forgot about him, but noticed that he was still there when I left.
Then I get this facebook message yesterday:
Hi Carrie,
I apologize for my rude behavior last night. I was once tremendously bad with women, and these days sometimes I can’t help myself when presented with an opportunity to conversate. I’d like to make it up to you somehow, if you’d let me. I’ll buy you a drink, or coffee, if you like. Or maybe you’d prefer to slap me in a public place or something. You know, whatever’s comfortable.
This is both hilarious and insulting at the same time. Hilarious, because seriously? He think he's got enough game to play women like that? And seriously? Do I have SUCKER stamped on my forehead?! Why is it that guys think I'm just a toy? What is this shit?!
Anyways, should I just message him back, "Don't sweat it." Or something? Because the only thing about this that is making me mad is he's trying to play me. The rest is just funny.