So much for being the good samaratain.
One hellishly crazy night went down Friday.
My neighbor comes over, she's done this once before, drunk and possibly hopped up on drugs saying that her boyfriend was going to beat her. Like a dummy I went over to her place. The boyfriend who was also drunk and looking for drugs was gone. I let her know that I could get her names and number to women's shelter in town if she wanted them, but she'd have to wait until Monday when I could talk to my coworkers to get the info. She then proceeds to tell me she's in love with me and starts making overtures. To which I reply that I'm flattered, but no thanks. In between all this she's on the verge of tears. She's ubber Christian, so I think the whole gay thing is throwing her for a loop, but then again if your hopped up who knows.
I still may get her the information.
Another interesting thing that while this was going on I kicked into director mode and started thinking of script dialog and camera angles.
My neighbor comes over, she's done this once before, drunk and possibly hopped up on drugs saying that her boyfriend was going to beat her. Like a dummy I went over to her place. The boyfriend who was also drunk and looking for drugs was gone. I let her know that I could get her names and number to women's shelter in town if she wanted them, but she'd have to wait until Monday when I could talk to my coworkers to get the info. She then proceeds to tell me she's in love with me and starts making overtures. To which I reply that I'm flattered, but no thanks. In between all this she's on the verge of tears. She's ubber Christian, so I think the whole gay thing is throwing her for a loop, but then again if your hopped up who knows.
I still may get her the information.
Another interesting thing that while this was going on I kicked into director mode and started thinking of script dialog and camera angles.