Ambush courtship and other shit I can't roll with
But sonofabitch.'>
A conversation was had, a week, week-and-half ago, in which she mentioned a friend of hers wanting to fix me up with her brother. Now, I know said friend, in passing, and she's nice. I know said brother, in passing, and he's nice -- and cute. Not the point.
The point is that if all goes according to plan, I'll be moving out of state in five or six months, possibly across the country, and in the time between now and then, I have a metric crapton of stuff to accomplish, and I SAID I would THINK about it. I thought about it, and decided there's no point. There are days when I would really like to be one of those cutesy, flirty bitches with lots of clever things to say to guys they hardly know, but I'm not. I need to meet a guy as part of a group and do the circling, friendly thing for a while before I'm that comfortable. The straight-to-date is too much damn pressure, and I suck at it, and I don't get the rules, and it's not fun.
And had she asked me, I would have told her that was what I decided. But she didn't ask me. Because apparently, "he's cute;I'll think about it" translates to "Give your friend my cell number to give to her brother," if the text from him that I was ambushed by this morning is any indication.
What. The. HELL. Mother?
But wait -- here's the best part. All I said -- ALL I SAID -- was "I really wish you had asked me before you did that," and suddenly I'm on the receiving end of attitude. Meanwhile I spent half the damn day trying to come up with something to say back to the guy, who I'm sure had no clue that I would have no clue he was going to be texting me.
AAAAAARRGH.