hola crabcakes
daniel reminded me of the joy of live journaling so here i am. who knows if theres anyone left out there. ive been distracted by the myspace and the facebooks. im a internetslutrocket i suppose.
my half hearted apologies.
the purpose of my entry today is to relieve some work awkwardness.
the 32 year old jewish fellow i work with and occasionally have smoke breaks with mentioned going to get a drink before work (i work nights, 6-2am, insert hooker joke) and i casually said it sounded like a good idea.
i met with him for a quick drink before work today, just a beer i thought, just a freaking beer.
oh no. retard lyndsey doesnt realize when shes on a date.
so i show up at his place ("park at my place and we can walk, it's easier") and instead of going straight to the bar he needs to go upstairs. weird, but i oblige. i walk into his cat pissed stained apartment and he proceeds to give me the personality breakdown of misha, fennel and cat #3 (cant remember the name, shocking).
"misha is the flirt, shes a lover, see? scratch her belly"
"no thanks".
so that continues for about 10 minutes until he asks what i want to do. what the fuck do you think i wanna do, smell cat piss for another hour? no, please lets have a beer outside of this apartment.
so we walk down to the bar. its cash only so he buys my 3$ beer. (note to self, come back to this bar, its ungodly cheap) we sit and have forced conversation about movies and acting, of course hes an actor too and very opinionated on where my career should go. then he moves to even more awkward talk about his age and remember his twenties and blah-di-blah i'm old blahblah.
then the kicker, he suggests we go back to his apartment and "hang out" when we're done with drinks. ive never drank a beer so slow in my life.
at this point i could come off as an extreme bitch. do keep in mind ive never given this man any inclination that im interested in him. we have smoke breaks together in a large group of people about 5 times a night at work. thats it. im not saying for sure this was a date or that he was hitting on me, but it was very off to say the least. lastly, this man will be my supervisor in 2 weeks.
we exit the bar and i make up some excuse to go check on my dog or something. he asks if he should come with me. (to my house? seriously?) i decline and will see him at work in an hour.
i talked myself out of it being a date, i was just over analyzing, etc.
then i get to work and my actual work buddy asks how my date went. what. the. fuck.
then he explains that 32 yr. old said some exceptionally creepy things about me last week at work when i was absent from a smoke break.
im starting to feel less bad for being so cold to him.
thats it really.
the cock pocket of friends i live in all laugh at my naivete but i dont think its naive to think that someone with a penis and someone with a vagina cant go out for beer/pizza/movie/sweatpants without there being some sexual tie to the situation. and i also dont thinks its niave NOT to assume that every guy that talks to you is hitting on you. i actually think its super arrogant if you do, right?
sweet god.
well here you go daniel. not only is it a post but its relationshippy just like you like it. :)
balls.
my half hearted apologies.
the purpose of my entry today is to relieve some work awkwardness.
the 32 year old jewish fellow i work with and occasionally have smoke breaks with mentioned going to get a drink before work (i work nights, 6-2am, insert hooker joke) and i casually said it sounded like a good idea.
i met with him for a quick drink before work today, just a beer i thought, just a freaking beer.
oh no. retard lyndsey doesnt realize when shes on a date.
so i show up at his place ("park at my place and we can walk, it's easier") and instead of going straight to the bar he needs to go upstairs. weird, but i oblige. i walk into his cat pissed stained apartment and he proceeds to give me the personality breakdown of misha, fennel and cat #3 (cant remember the name, shocking).
"misha is the flirt, shes a lover, see? scratch her belly"
"no thanks".
so that continues for about 10 minutes until he asks what i want to do. what the fuck do you think i wanna do, smell cat piss for another hour? no, please lets have a beer outside of this apartment.
so we walk down to the bar. its cash only so he buys my 3$ beer. (note to self, come back to this bar, its ungodly cheap) we sit and have forced conversation about movies and acting, of course hes an actor too and very opinionated on where my career should go. then he moves to even more awkward talk about his age and remember his twenties and blah-di-blah i'm old blahblah.
then the kicker, he suggests we go back to his apartment and "hang out" when we're done with drinks. ive never drank a beer so slow in my life.
at this point i could come off as an extreme bitch. do keep in mind ive never given this man any inclination that im interested in him. we have smoke breaks together in a large group of people about 5 times a night at work. thats it. im not saying for sure this was a date or that he was hitting on me, but it was very off to say the least. lastly, this man will be my supervisor in 2 weeks.
we exit the bar and i make up some excuse to go check on my dog or something. he asks if he should come with me. (to my house? seriously?) i decline and will see him at work in an hour.
i talked myself out of it being a date, i was just over analyzing, etc.
then i get to work and my actual work buddy asks how my date went. what. the. fuck.
then he explains that 32 yr. old said some exceptionally creepy things about me last week at work when i was absent from a smoke break.
im starting to feel less bad for being so cold to him.
thats it really.
the cock pocket of friends i live in all laugh at my naivete but i dont think its naive to think that someone with a penis and someone with a vagina cant go out for beer/pizza/movie/sweatpants without there being some sexual tie to the situation. and i also dont thinks its niave NOT to assume that every guy that talks to you is hitting on you. i actually think its super arrogant if you do, right?
sweet god.
well here you go daniel. not only is it a post but its relationshippy just like you like it. :)
balls.