Update #1.1
I suppose it is time for a LJ update. It's been so long that I am unclear as to what I should update all of you on. So I will tell you what I think you want to know about or, more likely, what I want you to know about. ;)
Last Friday I went over my friend's (referred to as GUY-A to protect privacy -- whatever) house. It was supposed to be just a simple get-together to watch a movie. That's what I thought! You should know: he's male, and it's nearly a scientific fact that he's 'liked' me since last year. You should also know that I am NOT attracted to him. It's not like he's gross; it's just that ugh ugh, no way -- I don't even think I could kiss 'em.
So, anyways I get there, and surprise surprise: he's home alone. And I mentally think: 'how convenient' [for him]. It was during the day, and I had presumed at least one other human would have been home. I thought whatever; we're just going to watch a movie -- no big deal. I chose The Terminal (since I haven't seen it yet), but he wanted to watch it in HIS room. Ugh, why? The living room was right there. Anyway, we proceed up the stairs . . . the movie turns out to be really good . . . I like it, and it's funny. No kidding, half-way thru the movie he started to get flirty, and I pretended to not notice. Then he was throwing popcorn at me, which made no sense to me. He might enjoy having butter all over himself, but I DO NOT! And then he began nudging me. 'Keep your hands off of me.' So his mom gets home. She yelled for GUY-A, and within like 2 sec. he was downstairs. She was pissed. She was yelling and everything and wanted to know what he was doing. And then she was yelling at him for having guests over when the house was cluttered and messy. I thought it was funny. But honestly, the house was a little (actually quite enough) disheveled. He knew I would be coming over, could he have not vacuumed the flippin' carpet at the bare minimum. And then in his room, there was like 1 inch of dust on his ceiling fan. I'm not kidding. I thought we would have been buried in dust if he turned on the fan. I don't know, that's one thing that gets to me sometimes: messy/sloppy/unkept rooms/homes.
He came back up. His mom left. We're alone again. Damn damn damn. Within like 10 minutes, he starts choking (apparently on popcorn). At first I was like, 'oh no'. He kept choking, but after a little while I KNEW he was faking. After a few chokes he'd look at me to see my response. What the hell did he think? That I was going to do mouth-to-mouth. NO WAY!! He could just die. Besides I had just applied chapstick . . . . . I am so kidding. So I sort-of pat him on the back, asking if he was okay. He KEPT choking; this went on for like 1-2 whole minutes. It was ridiculous. Especially, when he would look over. Grow up!! I bet if I said, "GUY-A do you want me to take off my clothes; would that help you clear your throat," he would have nodded. I let him play out his immature game, and then we continued to watch The Terminal. Then no less than 10 minutes later, he got annoying again. So, I just up and left. I was going home. (This pissed me off b/c I didn't finish the movie, which like I said was really really good. So if any of you want to watch it with me, invite me over!) So as I am walking out of his untidy house, I couldn't find my shoes. I asked, "GUY-A can you please get my shoes." He claimed he didn't know where they were. Gosh! How immature can a flippin' guy my age get. We went back and forth. Then I was just pissed, I told him if he didn't get my shoes, I would call his mother the following day to ask her if she had seen my boxer briefs anywhere. Magically, my shoes turned up within like 4 seconds.
SPECIAL ALERT: Have you ever wanted an iPod, but couldn't afford one? Well, meet iPod Shuffle the newest member of the iPod family, starting at $99. http://www.apple.com
Read my next post to see how my Friday ended. You'll here about my date with GUY-B. My next post (Update #1.2) is promised within 24 hours.
Last Friday I went over my friend's (referred to as GUY-A to protect privacy -- whatever) house. It was supposed to be just a simple get-together to watch a movie. That's what I thought! You should know: he's male, and it's nearly a scientific fact that he's 'liked' me since last year. You should also know that I am NOT attracted to him. It's not like he's gross; it's just that ugh ugh, no way -- I don't even think I could kiss 'em.
So, anyways I get there, and surprise surprise: he's home alone. And I mentally think: 'how convenient' [for him]. It was during the day, and I had presumed at least one other human would have been home. I thought whatever; we're just going to watch a movie -- no big deal. I chose The Terminal (since I haven't seen it yet), but he wanted to watch it in HIS room. Ugh, why? The living room was right there. Anyway, we proceed up the stairs . . . the movie turns out to be really good . . . I like it, and it's funny. No kidding, half-way thru the movie he started to get flirty, and I pretended to not notice. Then he was throwing popcorn at me, which made no sense to me. He might enjoy having butter all over himself, but I DO NOT! And then he began nudging me. 'Keep your hands off of me.' So his mom gets home. She yelled for GUY-A, and within like 2 sec. he was downstairs. She was pissed. She was yelling and everything and wanted to know what he was doing. And then she was yelling at him for having guests over when the house was cluttered and messy. I thought it was funny. But honestly, the house was a little (actually quite enough) disheveled. He knew I would be coming over, could he have not vacuumed the flippin' carpet at the bare minimum. And then in his room, there was like 1 inch of dust on his ceiling fan. I'm not kidding. I thought we would have been buried in dust if he turned on the fan. I don't know, that's one thing that gets to me sometimes: messy/sloppy/unkept rooms/homes.
He came back up. His mom left. We're alone again. Damn damn damn. Within like 10 minutes, he starts choking (apparently on popcorn). At first I was like, 'oh no'. He kept choking, but after a little while I KNEW he was faking. After a few chokes he'd look at me to see my response. What the hell did he think? That I was going to do mouth-to-mouth. NO WAY!! He could just die. Besides I had just applied chapstick . . . . . I am so kidding. So I sort-of pat him on the back, asking if he was okay. He KEPT choking; this went on for like 1-2 whole minutes. It was ridiculous. Especially, when he would look over. Grow up!! I bet if I said, "GUY-A do you want me to take off my clothes; would that help you clear your throat," he would have nodded. I let him play out his immature game, and then we continued to watch The Terminal. Then no less than 10 minutes later, he got annoying again. So, I just up and left. I was going home. (This pissed me off b/c I didn't finish the movie, which like I said was really really good. So if any of you want to watch it with me, invite me over!) So as I am walking out of his untidy house, I couldn't find my shoes. I asked, "GUY-A can you please get my shoes." He claimed he didn't know where they were. Gosh! How immature can a flippin' guy my age get. We went back and forth. Then I was just pissed, I told him if he didn't get my shoes, I would call his mother the following day to ask her if she had seen my boxer briefs anywhere. Magically, my shoes turned up within like 4 seconds.
SPECIAL ALERT: Have you ever wanted an iPod, but couldn't afford one? Well, meet iPod Shuffle the newest member of the iPod family, starting at $99. http://www.apple.com
Read my next post to see how my Friday ended. You'll here about my date with GUY-B. My next post (Update #1.2) is promised within 24 hours.