Two guys, a date, and a football match (the pizza place was also included, actually)
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So, there's this guy. There's always a guy, right? It's like, a universal invariant. wv. There's this guy who's been following me around like a puppy. Not even funny. Even *I* realized he was all hung up on me, and everybody knows I never ever notice anything of the sort.
So, as I said, he's been following me around for quite some time. He's LDS, but I barely know him (you don't, Cam) because he studied engineering in Olavarria. Anyways, he's kinda dorky and he does have emotional issues (and no, I'm not just saying this because he's shown some interest in me -- he actually has a medical condition). He's a good guy, and he's quite faithful, but I'm really not attracted to him. Besides, he called me asking me to meet him @ church, when I get there he asks me to say a prayer, and then he proceeds to ask me out.
*blank*
Who does that?
...
Actually, it sort of reminded me of your experience with Brent (was that his name?) Jensen & the ice cream. But that's later on. Anyway, he was so nervous at the time, that I sort of agreed to go out with him once or twice, to get to know each other. As I said, I barely knew him and I had promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't reject anyone I didn't know without giving him a chance to know him better. Of course he was all "OMG I WUV YOU 4EVAH PLZ HAV MY BABIEZZZ!!!", but I think I was bluntly clear about my expectations and the terms of agreement.
So, he called me once or twice a week, invited me to his birthday (to which I went with Martin -- is it a bad time to say that his brother is hot and funny and so my type? and I don't even have a type!), and expected that things would change between us, which did not happen because, well, nothing had changed. We were still strangers. So, he said he would ask me out when he got enough money to take me out somewhere, to which I said that money wasn't necessary. Of course, his other options included going to the park to read the scriptures.
*blank*
Yeah.
We finally settled to going out on a Sunday afternoon, to the park, before choir rehearsal. Bad news is, Sunday is my family day. So it was kinda complicated. I postponed it once, it rained the following Sunday, and... I postponed it again. The more time passed, the more I second guessed my decision to go out with him, but I never back down on my word (can you believe how stupid I am? s3rsly). So last Sunday (the 12th) I agreed to go out with him on Thursday night (after the YA's weekly home night), "for ice cream or something".
But then there's this other guy. *sigh*
He actually moved to Tandil from Olavarria (or maybe MDP) in June, because he is a pro football player. And by football I mean futbol, fulbo, la pelota, el balonpie. One of our hometown teams, Deportivo Santamarina (we also have a Wikipedia entry!!! -- just don't try the English version :P), hired him as a defense player for the whole season because we are in a more competitive league now, Argentino A. He's not LDS, but I know him because he studies with me to be a translator (well, he's a year behind). He's not bad looking either.
Anyways, he moved here on June, and we hadn't spoken two words on end because, you know, I'm that girl. The one who stutters on the phone and gets all shy and babbly around boys she doesn't know. So, other than "hi", I'd pretty much ignored him. But of course, I love futbol, so I'd tried to keep up with the tournament. Last Saturday (the 11th), Santamarina classified (from Round Robin) to quarterfinals, so, when I saw this guy on Monday I congratulated him. He was very gracious about it. We went back to work and soon we were the only two people left in the computer lab. He asked me about my trip to MDP the previous weekend, and we started to talk. And kept talking. Naturally, effortlessly. We left together, and he walked me a couple of blocks (actually, I walked him -- but how was he to know I don't live where I said I lived?). We really hit it off (of course, I haven't seen him in a week or so, my radar could be off -- it's been known to happen), and I was left wanting to go to his next match - they were playing here, on Thursday night.
Urgh.
So, I agonized for quite some time about what to do. I didn't want to cancel my date, but I really wanted to go the match. Finally, I enrolled all of my class mates and we went to the match. And I went to my date.
I have to say, that going to that football match was not only the best decision I've ever made (okay, so maybe I am overreacting), but it was also the best experience of my life (which is sad, really). I mean, this is a minor game, in a minor, non-professional league. And it was SO EXCITING! The 'stadium' (LOL) was packed (3,000 people, pityful, I know) and the people sang at the top of their lungs, myself included. I swear, there's nothing like it in the whole world. I am not even a Santamarina fan! Neither were most people there that night! And still! It was great. Who knew yelling and insulting the referee (and the lineman! that guy had been bribed, I swear) could feel so good? I only stayed there til halftime and left voiceless (s3rsly)! Anyway, I left after the first 45' and I haven't seen Guy #2 since then. But I really want to.
So, I went to branch IV where the YAs had a homenight. Guy #1 was supposed to be there, and he was. Quite anxious, I might add. We took off, walked some of the other YAs home, and then walked some more, making small talk. I'm not gonna go into much detail, mostly because there is not much detail anyway, but this whole experience showed me two things: 1) I'm capable of maintaining a decent and coherent conversation with this guy; and 2) I can't find myself interested in whatever he has to say. I'm sorry, it sounds awful, but it's the truth.
We ate pizza (first, I ate -- he sort of stared. Then, I insisted on splitting the check and he got all stubborn on me, which means that the waiter ended up getting a huge tip because my half was left on the table. Umph) and then he walked me to the car. I offered to give him a lift, and when we got near his house (I wasn't about to take him home, really) he started saying how much he had enjoyed himself. I stopped the car where he was supposed to get out, and just as he was going to ask me out again (showing complete disregard for the Official Utahn Dating Rules / System -- although I suppose that if you're not a Utahn they don't really apply), he tried to open the door of the car. And there was a loud crack. As in plastic breaking. Which provided a perfect excuse for me to interrupt him (and prevent a catastrophe -- I'm pathologically unable to say 'no'). He actually broke my car's door. Can you believe it? Of course, I'm more pissed off about it now than I was then, seeing how I was able to shut him up and leave without being rude or unnecessarily blunt. Still haven't been able to fix it though.
The good news? I saw Guy #1 on Saturday, @ Institute, but he hasn't called or mentioned anything date-related. *relieved sigh*
Is it wrong that I find my own life amusing? I highly doubt I'll ever get any of this right.
In the mean time, I'm planning on going to every football match left this year :D
.
So, there's this guy. There's always a guy, right? It's like, a universal invariant. wv. There's this guy who's been following me around like a puppy. Not even funny. Even *I* realized he was all hung up on me, and everybody knows I never ever notice anything of the sort.
So, as I said, he's been following me around for quite some time. He's LDS, but I barely know him (you don't, Cam) because he studied engineering in Olavarria. Anyways, he's kinda dorky and he does have emotional issues (and no, I'm not just saying this because he's shown some interest in me -- he actually has a medical condition). He's a good guy, and he's quite faithful, but I'm really not attracted to him. Besides, he called me asking me to meet him @ church, when I get there he asks me to say a prayer, and then he proceeds to ask me out.
*blank*
Who does that?
...
Actually, it sort of reminded me of your experience with Brent (was that his name?) Jensen & the ice cream. But that's later on. Anyway, he was so nervous at the time, that I sort of agreed to go out with him once or twice, to get to know each other. As I said, I barely knew him and I had promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't reject anyone I didn't know without giving him a chance to know him better. Of course he was all "OMG I WUV YOU 4EVAH PLZ HAV MY BABIEZZZ!!!", but I think I was bluntly clear about my expectations and the terms of agreement.
So, he called me once or twice a week, invited me to his birthday (to which I went with Martin -- is it a bad time to say that his brother is hot and funny and so my type? and I don't even have a type!), and expected that things would change between us, which did not happen because, well, nothing had changed. We were still strangers. So, he said he would ask me out when he got enough money to take me out somewhere, to which I said that money wasn't necessary. Of course, his other options included going to the park to read the scriptures.
*blank*
Yeah.
We finally settled to going out on a Sunday afternoon, to the park, before choir rehearsal. Bad news is, Sunday is my family day. So it was kinda complicated. I postponed it once, it rained the following Sunday, and... I postponed it again. The more time passed, the more I second guessed my decision to go out with him, but I never back down on my word (can you believe how stupid I am? s3rsly). So last Sunday (the 12th) I agreed to go out with him on Thursday night (after the YA's weekly home night), "for ice cream or something".
But then there's this other guy. *sigh*
He actually moved to Tandil from Olavarria (or maybe MDP) in June, because he is a pro football player. And by football I mean futbol, fulbo, la pelota, el balonpie. One of our hometown teams, Deportivo Santamarina (we also have a Wikipedia entry!!! -- just don't try the English version :P), hired him as a defense player for the whole season because we are in a more competitive league now, Argentino A. He's not LDS, but I know him because he studies with me to be a translator (well, he's a year behind). He's not bad looking either.
Anyways, he moved here on June, and we hadn't spoken two words on end because, you know, I'm that girl. The one who stutters on the phone and gets all shy and babbly around boys she doesn't know. So, other than "hi", I'd pretty much ignored him. But of course, I love futbol, so I'd tried to keep up with the tournament. Last Saturday (the 11th), Santamarina classified (from Round Robin) to quarterfinals, so, when I saw this guy on Monday I congratulated him. He was very gracious about it. We went back to work and soon we were the only two people left in the computer lab. He asked me about my trip to MDP the previous weekend, and we started to talk. And kept talking. Naturally, effortlessly. We left together, and he walked me a couple of blocks (actually, I walked him -- but how was he to know I don't live where I said I lived?). We really hit it off (of course, I haven't seen him in a week or so, my radar could be off -- it's been known to happen), and I was left wanting to go to his next match - they were playing here, on Thursday night.
Urgh.
So, I agonized for quite some time about what to do. I didn't want to cancel my date, but I really wanted to go the match. Finally, I enrolled all of my class mates and we went to the match. And I went to my date.
I have to say, that going to that football match was not only the best decision I've ever made (okay, so maybe I am overreacting), but it was also the best experience of my life (which is sad, really). I mean, this is a minor game, in a minor, non-professional league. And it was SO EXCITING! The 'stadium' (LOL) was packed (3,000 people, pityful, I know) and the people sang at the top of their lungs, myself included. I swear, there's nothing like it in the whole world. I am not even a Santamarina fan! Neither were most people there that night! And still! It was great. Who knew yelling and insulting the referee (and the lineman! that guy had been bribed, I swear) could feel so good? I only stayed there til halftime and left voiceless (s3rsly)! Anyway, I left after the first 45' and I haven't seen Guy #2 since then. But I really want to.
So, I went to branch IV where the YAs had a homenight. Guy #1 was supposed to be there, and he was. Quite anxious, I might add. We took off, walked some of the other YAs home, and then walked some more, making small talk. I'm not gonna go into much detail, mostly because there is not much detail anyway, but this whole experience showed me two things: 1) I'm capable of maintaining a decent and coherent conversation with this guy; and 2) I can't find myself interested in whatever he has to say. I'm sorry, it sounds awful, but it's the truth.
We ate pizza (first, I ate -- he sort of stared. Then, I insisted on splitting the check and he got all stubborn on me, which means that the waiter ended up getting a huge tip because my half was left on the table. Umph) and then he walked me to the car. I offered to give him a lift, and when we got near his house (I wasn't about to take him home, really) he started saying how much he had enjoyed himself. I stopped the car where he was supposed to get out, and just as he was going to ask me out again (showing complete disregard for the Official Utahn Dating Rules / System -- although I suppose that if you're not a Utahn they don't really apply), he tried to open the door of the car. And there was a loud crack. As in plastic breaking. Which provided a perfect excuse for me to interrupt him (and prevent a catastrophe -- I'm pathologically unable to say 'no'). He actually broke my car's door. Can you believe it? Of course, I'm more pissed off about it now than I was then, seeing how I was able to shut him up and leave without being rude or unnecessarily blunt. Still haven't been able to fix it though.
The good news? I saw Guy #1 on Saturday, @ Institute, but he hasn't called or mentioned anything date-related. *relieved sigh*
Is it wrong that I find my own life amusing? I highly doubt I'll ever get any of this right.
In the mean time, I'm planning on going to every football match left this year :D
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