I dress like I'm 30
Apparently. At least according to the thirty year-old guy that tried to pick me up on Friday night.
Friday was a really weird night.
Let me go back to the start. So I was meant to meet up with my friends at the Doncaster at 7pm for dinner. Got there early as I caught the bus so I could drink (also my phone was dead - the two reasons why I never got the message that we were actually meeting at the Regent, but I didn't know this at the time). Grabbed myself a beer and sat down with my book to wait for them.
Next thing I know, I check the clock and it's 7:30pm and the girls still haven't turned up. So I figure they've obviously gone somewhere else, so I decide I might as well have dinner and then head home. I headed up to the bistro, ordered my food, grabbed some salad and sat down to wait. I'd started eating my salad and was about to open my book again, when this guy comes up to me and, indicating the chair across from me, says, "Do you mind?"
I replied, "No, go ahead," being the polite person that I am, because I thought he wanted the chair. Instead he immediately sat down, which put me on my guard. I was thinking, okay what's going on? Apparently he saw me sitting there all alone with my salad and book and decided that I needed company. We chatted a little bit (I guess Jai's actually right about my abilities with small-talk, I can do it well when I have to), I remember at one stage we were talking about my height for some reason. *shrugs*
He never actually came out and asked me out, probably because I'd already shot down all of his insinuations in that direction. Plus he was surprised that I was only 22, he told me I looked like I was 26. Then my dinner arrived and he disappeared back to his own friends for his dinner, though only after he'd offered to eat with me, to which I replied that I honestly didn't give a damn one way or the other. *shrugs* Yep, I know, I was being a bitch. But I was in a bitchy mood, so.
I was happy though. I enjoyed my dinner in peace and read my book. I was still sitting there reading (because I was having a drink and wanted to finish it before I actually left) when he comes back and sits down again. He wanted to "get to know me", to "get past the wall around me". And then he preceeded to lecture me about how I should be out having fun, and that I should get a boyfriend, and enjoying my youth while I'm still 22, and that I need to experience life, blah, blah, blah. Of course I was debating back at him, and I think he was a little bit stunned by my intelligence since I had earlier mentioned that I'd been suspended from uni. Oh and that apparently I dress like a thirty year old. As if that's really going to get me to let you past all the walls I keep around me. He was seriously trying to psychoanalyze me, and all my decisions both that night and in life.
Blergh. I ended up listening to him talk for I don't know how long, but I didn't end up leaving the pub until 9:30pm. It was all just a very weird night.
Friday was a really weird night.
Let me go back to the start. So I was meant to meet up with my friends at the Doncaster at 7pm for dinner. Got there early as I caught the bus so I could drink (also my phone was dead - the two reasons why I never got the message that we were actually meeting at the Regent, but I didn't know this at the time). Grabbed myself a beer and sat down with my book to wait for them.
Next thing I know, I check the clock and it's 7:30pm and the girls still haven't turned up. So I figure they've obviously gone somewhere else, so I decide I might as well have dinner and then head home. I headed up to the bistro, ordered my food, grabbed some salad and sat down to wait. I'd started eating my salad and was about to open my book again, when this guy comes up to me and, indicating the chair across from me, says, "Do you mind?"
I replied, "No, go ahead," being the polite person that I am, because I thought he wanted the chair. Instead he immediately sat down, which put me on my guard. I was thinking, okay what's going on? Apparently he saw me sitting there all alone with my salad and book and decided that I needed company. We chatted a little bit (I guess Jai's actually right about my abilities with small-talk, I can do it well when I have to), I remember at one stage we were talking about my height for some reason. *shrugs*
He never actually came out and asked me out, probably because I'd already shot down all of his insinuations in that direction. Plus he was surprised that I was only 22, he told me I looked like I was 26. Then my dinner arrived and he disappeared back to his own friends for his dinner, though only after he'd offered to eat with me, to which I replied that I honestly didn't give a damn one way or the other. *shrugs* Yep, I know, I was being a bitch. But I was in a bitchy mood, so.
I was happy though. I enjoyed my dinner in peace and read my book. I was still sitting there reading (because I was having a drink and wanted to finish it before I actually left) when he comes back and sits down again. He wanted to "get to know me", to "get past the wall around me". And then he preceeded to lecture me about how I should be out having fun, and that I should get a boyfriend, and enjoying my youth while I'm still 22, and that I need to experience life, blah, blah, blah. Of course I was debating back at him, and I think he was a little bit stunned by my intelligence since I had earlier mentioned that I'd been suspended from uni. Oh and that apparently I dress like a thirty year old. As if that's really going to get me to let you past all the walls I keep around me. He was seriously trying to psychoanalyze me, and all my decisions both that night and in life.
Blergh. I ended up listening to him talk for I don't know how long, but I didn't end up leaving the pub until 9:30pm. It was all just a very weird night.