As many of you know, just being nice to a boy can be very disasterous. The simple act of being kind to someone when everyone else around them is being mean can lead to a follower for life! This story comes from my friend who is a recent college graduate, I had to post it for your reading pleasure! (the names of everyone in this story have been changed of course!)
My friend Amy had a TA in one of her classes who had a difficult time with the English language. While everyone else in the class was rude about his obvious struggle, Amy was just very nice to him. She felt bad that everyone was being so stupid about his language abilities so whenever he would talk to her she would just be nice. So basically Amy was just being a good person.... she wasn't putting the vibe out to date the TA..... much to her dismay, here are a few emails that came her way after the class had finished!
Hi Amy
Tomorrow morning I go to (foreign country name here).
I will miss (city name here). (City name here) is almost my second hometown. I have lived here for 2 and half years since I came to US.
I will have good time with my family and friends.
And I will come back on Dec, 31 with refresh mind.
I hope Amy also has a nice winter break.
Amy,
I have something to tell you that I like you so much.
You are beautiful and you touched my mind last year.
I wanted to tell it when I meet you. But it's not easy to meet you.
And I don't worry about telling this by email because you are wise lady.
I have also a favor to Amy.
If you don't have boy friend, I want to hang out(Bowling, movie, dinner, etc…) with you.
Through those, we can know whether our minds match or not.
I tell it now because you will graduate the (college name here) this March.
I will send email continuously in order to get "okay" answer from Amy.
Regards,
Joe.
After a brief encounter on Valentine's Day involving the giving of flowers and candy, Amy received yet another email with Joe's confessions of his feelings:
Hi Amy!
How are you?
First of all, I believe that there is critical error in the computer program. Definitely, 2007 [insert College name here] Queen should be Amy on homecoming day. Why? I've never seen the beautiful, excellent student than Amy in [insert College Name here].
Did you remember the makeup experiment on last year?
Frankly speaking, I was exciting because of it before 1 week.
I liked you. I'm still Amy' fan.
Do you have a plan tomorrow?
I will give many candies to children in my church.
Tomorrow evening I go to church to practice choir song.
If you have free time, I want to have lunch with you at PizzaHut tomorrow. Of course, I will buy it for you.
We can meet at 1 pm in front of PizzaHut (you can see ________ hall). My cell 555-555-5555.
My schedule
8:00-10:00 : recitation class
12:00-12:50: class
and free.
Please let me know if you can meet me.(send email or call me)
You can change time, and location we meet if you want.
If you are busy, so even though we can't meet ...that's fine.
I already received unforgettable, amazing present(memory) from Amy because of your surprising visit on last February
I will keep your prayer in my mind.
Happy Halloween.
( I prepared something to eat for recitation class students)
Joe.
So thus ends the email confessions of Amy's follower, for the time being anyway.....
September 16, 2008
September 12, 2008
Black Dan
When Cole came to town to meet my friend, naturally he brought his friend. Being the start of football season and seeing as how the road trip from Vegas to Provo can take awhile, Dan* came along. The intention was for us to double all day. The two of us with Cole all day, fun and entertaining; the two of us with Cole and Dan all day. The best way to explain them is Cole is a bad-boy pretending to be good and Dan is a good-guy pretending to have a bad boy edge.
The day of adventure got off to a start with us shopping for clothes for the boy, that was when I met Dan*. After a very anti-climatic shopping adventure the boys decided we needed to do an activity of some sort before the big game. Having spent the last few years living in an area where ski lifts are abundant and fall weather is normal, we suggested a ride up one of the ski lifts to admire the view. Now while we live close to the resorts, there is still a god 20 minute drive to get there and the boys were anxious to show off their car, a Hummer. Now as most Hummers go these are no ordinary car, they are fully loaded to include DVD players and killer sound systems. To show us the systems the boys wanted to throw in a movie, they had 2. Dan was the most excited to show it off and puled out his favorite movie, a movie all about being a brotha' and having "soul power". Now besides having a lame favorite movie, he didn't stop there, he had to pick out his favorite parts and replay them, over, and over, and over, and over, and... it got really old. Not only did he replay it a million times but he had to act it out, EVERY time. Now picture a REALLY white guy, with no rhythm, trying to act out a little rap-secret handshake sequence with a dance. It shouldn't take much imagination to see this. now multiply whatever you are envisioning by 10 and you have Dan, now nicknamed, Black Dan. (Fortunately for Dan, Cole took pity on him and turned the movie off but not before Dan had done enough to cement in his nickname!)
We finally got to the ski resort and started the ride, being from the area, us girls were appropriately dressed in jeans, sweaters and jackets. The boys however being from a much warmer climate were in shorts, T-shirts and flipflops. About a quarter of way up the ski lift, they got cold, about half they way up they were freezing and complaining. Cole, whom we liked but wanted to mess with a little still started talking to my friend about how he'd be much less cold if there was a girl sitting closer to him so us two girls (we were sitting in the middle between the boys) would huddle closer to each other which of course drove Cole crazy and we were all loving it! Dan decided to try the same tactics, he did not get the same results. I guess I should have been nicer but I saw no reason to string him along so rather than play the same coy game with him, us girls just huddled closer together and politely avoided touching him!
We finally got off the ski lift and the boys wanted to take us with them to meet their friends for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, of course we went! Between the waiting for all the guys to arrive and then waiting for our table we had about 30 minutes to kill. Dan decided he needed a jacket. I fully agreed since I had no intention of warming him up! He announced he was going to walk down to the sporting good store and grab a jacket, I told him to have fun! (why would I leave my friend?!) this did not work. Dan came over, grabbed me and practically drug me off to go with him. Since we were having so much fun with Cole I decided I might as well take one for the team and participate willingly so off we went. We got to the sporting goods store and the first thing Dan announced was I could pick out whatever jacket I wanted to for him. (there was a comment about it being important I like it so I could steal it later since that is what girls like to do!) Now having NO desire to steal his jacket, I could have cared less which one he picked out. I told him to get a blue one since that was the school colors and he went and picked 2. One was much more expensive then the other, noting that I suggested he get the cheaper one since the jacket was since he hadn't brought one with him. My thought being that since he didn't need a jacket for anything but that day, why would he spend much money on it? He launched off about how money was no object to him, he cold buy whatever he wanted and anything I wanted for that matter and what did I want (I didn't want him to buy me anything!) Finally jacket in hand, we went back to the restaurant.
Fortunately my friend and I are so close we were both on the same page with what we thought of Dan and she had managed to arrange the table so I was sitting with her and Dan was on the other side. (still not far enough away but having him sit at a different table just wasn't an option) dinner was actually very enjoyable with all the other guys there and after that the boys dropped us off so we could get ready for the game.
Fortunately for me, unfortunately for my friend our football tickets were not with the boys. (for me, that was a bullet dodged!) once the game was over we were sauntering out and of course the boys came and found us to offer us a ride home and then to a celebration party for our victory! in the process of walking back to the Hummer we ran into several of their friends who all wanted a ride in the car so by the time we actually got there we had close to 9 people we were cramming in (remember it's a Hummer, we all fit!) the downside is that while we all fit it was still a close fit and Dan was all to eager to let me sit on his lap or anything else that would make me more "comfortable". The talks about the private post game party kept going and my desire to jump out of the car and walk was growing just as much! Now we had another girlfriend with us who we needed to drop off and the boys had so graciously offered to let us girls go "slip into something mroe comfortable" if we wanted to so they headed towards the apartment. as soon as we pulled to a stop and the soors were open on teh car I noticed that the car headed the other way and stopped in line to turn was being driven by my former football player friend. This was exactly the window of opportunity I needed! I crawled over Dan, jumped out of the car, ran around and just as my friend was about to turn hopped in his car and away I went. Saved from what I can only imagine they had planned for the evening! This took all of a few seconds, it is still being debated if the Hummer had actually come to a full stop before I jumped out and was gone. This also meant my friend and I didn't have a chance to communicate this, nor did she even know I had left. Once she went to jump out she turned to Dan and asked him where I was, his response was "she... here... car... guy... gone..." Being pretty amazing, and also used to our spontaneous way of life, my friend nodded because of course that would be totally natural for me to jump out of a moving vehicle. That was the last time I saw Black Dan but the story doesn't end there. (it also provided HOURS of amusement for us!)
About 7 months later it was our birthday (yes, not only are we BFF's who have had freakishly similar childhoods, we also have back-to-back birthdays) we were turning 23 and could think of no better way to celebrate than by visiting her sister in Vegas. We headed down and were having a great trip! Of course Cole was all too excited to do something with us but our schedule was hectic and we were having a hard time making solid plans. We gave Cole a few hours notice and he said he and his BFF would be ready to hang out and finally show us around their town. We pulled up and went in and Cole was there but his BFF wasn't... yet. About 15 minutes later in walked his friend. Eric*. There are few words to describe him but beautiful, hot, and gorgeous, all come to mind. He, of course, also had an amazing car just to make it better (a Black Escalade with black tint) and not only that but he was cool! he was much more like Cole, funny, charming, confident, interesting and suddenly our night was looking much better! (turned out, he was a professional football player!) we had a lot of fun hanging out and before too long it was time for us girls to take off. as we were leaving Eric made a comment about his brother and what did we discover?! Eric and Dan are BROTHERS!! We laughed about this all the way back to where we were staying. Later when talking to Cole, he told us he and Dan really aren't that good of friends but because he didn't know us that well he brought Dan because he's more mellow. the way he put it, Dan is the friend you bring when you go to church and eric is the one you bring when you want to be comfortable and have fun! I'm not sure what it says about me that I got along much better with the "fun" brother but had we would not known we never would have guessed that he and Dan lived on the same planet much less the same family!
The Iranian
Having spent much of my childhood moving around we always made a point to see the vacation hot spots of the places we've lived. When I came to college in Utah I didn't have a vehicle which made it harder to see the local tourist spots. having lived here, moved away and now moved back I have somehow never made it to the Great Salt Lake (an even more surprising fact seeing as how I have an addiction to the ocean and salt water) so a few weeks ago while driving back from
a quick work trip I found myself driving along the lake and my spontaneous side took over and I decided to go check it out!
The downside to this on the spot swimming trip is that I was wearing dress clothes and dress shoes so I had to improvise a little. Now the thing you need to know is that the walk from the parking lot to the lake is not sandy like the ocean like you might think but rather salt crusted over and very painful to walk on. I kept my shoes on and walked out to the water. The other thing you need to know about the lake is that it is SO salty, the recommendation is that you wear clothes you aren't too attached to since the salt will most likely ruin them. I had on my FAVORITE pants. They are red, bright red. I rolled the legs up to my knees and decided that since there aren't too many waves and I was just planning to put my feet in that would be ok. I was surprised to find the water extremely warm. I went in a little more (don't worry, I didn't ruin my red pants) and then spent a lot longer walking around in the water. I finally realized that my "quick 5 min trip" had turned into a not-so-quick 45 min stop. time to go!
Now as I've discussed earlier I am a cell phone junkie. so this whole time I'd been on the phone. (if you are going to vacation by yourself, even a quick mini-vacation I still think you should tell someone about it) so I get out and realize that I can't put my shoes on. They were cute and black and my salt water soaked and salt/sand covered feet would not mix well. Now at teh lake there had been several groups, families, couples, a tourist groups and a few stragglers like myself who I suspect were also on little spontaneous mini-vacations like mine.
As I'm walking back (and on the phone) a guy from down at the lake stopped me and asked me to take his picture so I hang up. My walk back was a slow process since the ground hurt my bare feet really bad so the idea of stopping was appealing. I took his picture and then he started talking... and talking... and talking. (so much for my phone call) I decided to be nice and ask what brought him to the lake and he told me that he wasn't from here, he'd gone to school here and had never been to the lake so he was there to check it out. he asked me the same question and I told him I had grown up in the military and even though I went to school in the state, I'd never made it to the lake so here I was to check it out. He asked a little about my military family (where they lived, who I knew in Utah, who i lived with here, where my other family members were, etc) some of the questions seemed normal enough, some were a little odd seeming but everything got weird when his next statement was that he was here from Iran where he used to work for the government building missiles. (warning! warning!) and he'd quit cause they weren't paying him enough and then he came to teh states and after 9-11 he wasn't allowed to work in any war related fields. Then he went off again about my military family and who I'd been on the phone with earlier (weird?!) About now another guy went walking by (he had on shoes and went much faster than I did) and he stopped to talk for a few minutes which I was very relieved about but unfortunately my Iranian friend in no uncertain terms told him that I was fine and he'd be sure I got to the parking lot ok and he could go ahead and leave (talk about a let down, Bob* [besides changing his name, I couldn't pronounce his name anyway] was starting to make me uncomfortable) so Bob and I are walking back and I'm trying to leave and he starts talking about how he's going to bring his sail boat out to the lake. (if you didn't already know this; NO ONE sails on the lake, it smells, it has more salt than boats are made to be in, and no one is out there so if you had a problem, you're on your own. No Thank You!) I'm listening to this thinking he's crazy when we finally are back to the parking lot and the rinse off showers. I'm trying to leave as quickly as possible now (besides the crazy guy I'm also running late) Bob starts talking about my military family again and his friends in Iran (not really comments that belong in a sentence together) I'm just about to leave when he tells me he needs my number so we can go boating or I can get his so we can sail to the middle of the lake. I'll be honest, my first thought was I will probably be pushed out and forever live in the middle of the lake, dead and perfectly preserved in the salt water. This had gone from random to weird to actually creepy. I got his number and literally ran to my car. Needless to say, I will not be calling him!
On a side note however, I recommend going to the Great Salt Lake if you haven't been there yet! Just bring some friends!
a quick work trip I found myself driving along the lake and my spontaneous side took over and I decided to go check it out!
The downside to this on the spot swimming trip is that I was wearing dress clothes and dress shoes so I had to improvise a little. Now the thing you need to know is that the walk from the parking lot to the lake is not sandy like the ocean like you might think but rather salt crusted over and very painful to walk on. I kept my shoes on and walked out to the water. The other thing you need to know about the lake is that it is SO salty, the recommendation is that you wear clothes you aren't too attached to since the salt will most likely ruin them. I had on my FAVORITE pants. They are red, bright red. I rolled the legs up to my knees and decided that since there aren't too many waves and I was just planning to put my feet in that would be ok. I was surprised to find the water extremely warm. I went in a little more (don't worry, I didn't ruin my red pants) and then spent a lot longer walking around in the water. I finally realized that my "quick 5 min trip" had turned into a not-so-quick 45 min stop. time to go!
Now as I've discussed earlier I am a cell phone junkie. so this whole time I'd been on the phone. (if you are going to vacation by yourself, even a quick mini-vacation I still think you should tell someone about it) so I get out and realize that I can't put my shoes on. They were cute and black and my salt water soaked and salt/sand covered feet would not mix well. Now at teh lake there had been several groups, families, couples, a tourist groups and a few stragglers like myself who I suspect were also on little spontaneous mini-vacations like mine.
As I'm walking back (and on the phone) a guy from down at the lake stopped me and asked me to take his picture so I hang up. My walk back was a slow process since the ground hurt my bare feet really bad so the idea of stopping was appealing. I took his picture and then he started talking... and talking... and talking. (so much for my phone call) I decided to be nice and ask what brought him to the lake and he told me that he wasn't from here, he'd gone to school here and had never been to the lake so he was there to check it out. he asked me the same question and I told him I had grown up in the military and even though I went to school in the state, I'd never made it to the lake so here I was to check it out. He asked a little about my military family (where they lived, who I knew in Utah, who i lived with here, where my other family members were, etc) some of the questions seemed normal enough, some were a little odd seeming but everything got weird when his next statement was that he was here from Iran where he used to work for the government building missiles. (warning! warning!) and he'd quit cause they weren't paying him enough and then he came to teh states and after 9-11 he wasn't allowed to work in any war related fields. Then he went off again about my military family and who I'd been on the phone with earlier (weird?!) About now another guy went walking by (he had on shoes and went much faster than I did) and he stopped to talk for a few minutes which I was very relieved about but unfortunately my Iranian friend in no uncertain terms told him that I was fine and he'd be sure I got to the parking lot ok and he could go ahead and leave (talk about a let down, Bob* [besides changing his name, I couldn't pronounce his name anyway] was starting to make me uncomfortable) so Bob and I are walking back and I'm trying to leave and he starts talking about how he's going to bring his sail boat out to the lake. (if you didn't already know this; NO ONE sails on the lake, it smells, it has more salt than boats are made to be in, and no one is out there so if you had a problem, you're on your own. No Thank You!) I'm listening to this thinking he's crazy when we finally are back to the parking lot and the rinse off showers. I'm trying to leave as quickly as possible now (besides the crazy guy I'm also running late) Bob starts talking about my military family again and his friends in Iran (not really comments that belong in a sentence together) I'm just about to leave when he tells me he needs my number so we can go boating or I can get his so we can sail to the middle of the lake. I'll be honest, my first thought was I will probably be pushed out and forever live in the middle of the lake, dead and perfectly preserved in the salt water. This had gone from random to weird to actually creepy. I got his number and literally ran to my car. Needless to say, I will not be calling him!
On a side note however, I recommend going to the Great Salt Lake if you haven't been there yet! Just bring some friends!
September 5, 2008
My First Date- the precursor to disaster!
Growing up we had the rule, No dating till you're 16. Before that point I'd always imagined that the day I'd turn 16 I'd have a list of boys waiting to take me out. Let's get real, that doesn't actually happen. My 16th birthday came and went with no dates. I wasn't too upset, there wasn't really anyone I was interested in at that time so the only part that I was disappointed with was I just wanted to go on a date. One day I get a call from a girl friend saying she was going out that night with a guy from a few towns over and he was bringing his friend and did I want to double? DUH! of course I did! They came and picked me up and we headed off to the bowling alley. Now the boys had eaten dinner before they came and being teenage boys, who knows what they ate. I don't even remember how far into the night we had gotten when disaster struck. Food poisoning. So my first date was spent outside the bathroom door with my friend while he boys were inside. Memorable. Perhaps this was the precursor to all the future dating disaster I would face and it was just life's little joke and way of getting me used to it but the stories seem to just get even more entertaining from that point on!
Up coming stories
In looking back over our dating adventures the list keeps growing of the stories to share so look forward to posts about these stories!
The time we went home with each others dates
The gym trainer & The cowboy
The blind date that worked and the crush that flopped
Clue
I got dumped, I didn't know were were even dating (1, 2 & 3)
First dates
Tricked into a date
Family Reunion
Handcuffs
The business trip
Wal-Mart
My 18 year old stalker
The guy we both kissed, and hated
I'm sure the list will get longer but for now, trust me these stories are worth waiting for!
My Friend, The Russian Spy
Late Friday night my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. Fearing it would be a crazy person calling about work I did what anyone would do and ignored the call. a few minutes later I heard the ringing bells announcing I had a voicemail, it went something like this: "Hi, this is *Adam* I got your number from a mutual friend who thought we might make good friends, I've heard a lot of really fun things about you and you seem like a really cool girl so I thought maybe we could talk and see what we have in common, call me back at 555-867-5309." Listing to his message my first thought is, who gave out my number without telling me? I ran through all my friends and no one came to mind as my mysterious matchmaker making it truly puzzling.
Curiosity was really starting to get to me and it seemed the only way I would get to the bottom of the mystery would be to just ask so I sent him a text, the conversation went something like this:
me- "Who is our mutual friend?"
Adam- "Who is this?"
m- "you said we have a mutual friend...?"
A- "I got your number from the Russian Spy"
m- "OH that friend! They are always giving out my number, I need to remember who they are and talk to them about it"
A- "So what are you up to?"
m- "I'm with some friends"
(mostly normal conversation occurred at this point with any future references to our mysterious mutual friend being totally dodged)
We continued to text for several hours and with each text he just seemed to be cementing to me they type of guy he was, you know the type, the guys that go through girls faster than they change their clothes and are doing good to remember how many girls they kissed that week much less remember their actual names BUT they are fun to talk to. Somewhere around the middle of the night/morning I fell asleep while texting and (of course) got the courtesy "sweet dreams princess" text which even though I know is generic, I still love.
Saturday I went with a friend to meet a guy she had wanted to set me up with, he was very interesting to me & it was possibly the most uncomfortable moment I've had in awhile. Upon leaving: Dating Self-Esteem- ZERO.
Of course *Adam* started texting me and feeling like such an idiot from my earlier experience I decided it wouldn't hurt to go for round 2 of harmless texting. The texting continued for awhile and eventually it was decided that getting ice-cream would be a good idea. Now, there was once the day when I probably would have gone and jumped in the car with this stranger but fortunately for me I've gotten more cautious over they years and realized that my driving was a good idea so off I went to meet him with the understanding that I would be driving. We met at a popular grocery store parking lot and headed off in search of soft serve cones. This is where it gets interesting!
Adam- "so I guess we ought to start telling the truth now"
me- "ok..." (I'm thinking I will finally know who our 'mutual friend' is, I could not be more wrong!!)
A- "so my name isn't Adam, it's actually *John*" (!!!!!??)
m- "so where did the Adam come from?"
A/J- "everyone makes fun of my name so I like to use my middle name, Adam when I first meet people to avoid the jokes"
m- "I guess it wouldn't have crossed my mind to even think that, wow" (thought process: really?!?!? who DOES that??!)
A/J- "so what truths do you want to tell me?"
m- "my name is still the same"
A/J- "oh well if you ever change your mind, that is ok" (thought process: what am I changing my mind over, I seemed to have missed the memo to lie about things! what a WEIRDO)
but wait...the story gets better!!
Now we have our cones and are driving around and he's telling me how he got accepted into a school program that will let him go through the program in half the time. The downside is their program is more expensive. As I'm driving aimlessly he starts telling me when to turn and eventually we end up infront of a house that he announces is his parents house (thought process- hum...ok... not my first choice for places to take a stranger but whatever...) after which he tells me he's just moved back in with them! (thought process: not my first choice, I love my parents but don't know I could live with them but if I was going to an expensive program and it was an option, why not, ok) My thought process could not be more wrong. The next thing out of his mouth, "I just couldn't stand living so far away from them." (though: !!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!!!?????) (he moved maybe a mile!- my parents don't even live in the state and for quite a while weren't even in the same COUNTRY that I was!) he precedes to tell me that he doesn't really care about his dad but he just needed to be closer to his mom!!!! (tender, but WHAT?!?!?!)
I continue driving, wondering how quickly I can end this when he says we should walk around a park. At this point, really not my first choice (or third... fourth...fifth...hundredth!) but he seemed so psycho to me at this point that I didn't want to upset him, I mean I don't understand this type at all, my previous assumption of his type could not have been more off! I pick a park I know well (it's really late now) and of course there isn't really anyone else there so I'm dreading this walk, kissing him is just not happening. Little did I know (and much to my relief) I didn't need to worry about this, he proceded to POWER WALK through the park, I was jogging to keep up. Luckily (for several reasons) it was a short run.
At this point (much to my relief) our evening was coming to a close and I dropped him off. Being a "nice guy" (or psycho, take your pick) he offered to talk to me while I drove home since it was so late. Now anyone that knows me knows that my phone pretty much starts dialing people the second it gets in my car and I wonder sometimes if they are both required to be there for either to function, I talk that much while driving [I use hands free kits, so it's safer!]. I had no desire to continue any type of conversation with him and told him I don't talk on the phone while driving (just call me Pinocchio) and he made me promise to tell him when I made it home.
About 20 minutes later I pull into my driveway and, as promised, send my text:
me- "I'm home"
A/J- "Already gee your snappy so what did you think of me I think you are very pretty and you have a great smile gorgeous eyes and a great personality very soothing peaceful speech and voice and very fun to talk to I would love to see you again"
m- "thanks you, that was an adventure"
A/J- what?! no reply? I open my heart up to you and all you can say is thanks? our budding romance will not work with this type of communication, I need you to say 2 good things and 1 bad thing about me
(I am not the type to take this type of conversation well, if you need me to say why I like you when I just met you, I am not your type)
m- I like you let me drive, I like you picked public places and I liked the icecream
a/j- this is not good communication but I think our budding romance can survive it as along as we work on it (thought process: budding romance???)
m- I'm going to bed
for days later he would text and I'd ignore him. Finally I told him I was dating someone else to which I got that; "our love could survive that," and he kept texting!
I finally told him I was getting married, (I'll get married eventually, it wasn't a total lie!) I haven't heard from him but I'm sure if I called off my imaginary engagement, our budding relationship would still be in tact!
Best of all, he got my number by stalking my old job!! we didn't have a mutual ANYTHING!
Curiosity was really starting to get to me and it seemed the only way I would get to the bottom of the mystery would be to just ask so I sent him a text, the conversation went something like this:
me- "Who is our mutual friend?"
Adam- "Who is this?"
m- "you said we have a mutual friend...?"
A- "I got your number from the Russian Spy"
m- "OH that friend! They are always giving out my number, I need to remember who they are and talk to them about it"
A- "So what are you up to?"
m- "I'm with some friends"
(mostly normal conversation occurred at this point with any future references to our mysterious mutual friend being totally dodged)
We continued to text for several hours and with each text he just seemed to be cementing to me they type of guy he was, you know the type, the guys that go through girls faster than they change their clothes and are doing good to remember how many girls they kissed that week much less remember their actual names BUT they are fun to talk to. Somewhere around the middle of the night/morning I fell asleep while texting and (of course) got the courtesy "sweet dreams princess" text which even though I know is generic, I still love.
Saturday I went with a friend to meet a guy she had wanted to set me up with, he was very interesting to me & it was possibly the most uncomfortable moment I've had in awhile. Upon leaving: Dating Self-Esteem- ZERO.
Of course *Adam* started texting me and feeling like such an idiot from my earlier experience I decided it wouldn't hurt to go for round 2 of harmless texting. The texting continued for awhile and eventually it was decided that getting ice-cream would be a good idea. Now, there was once the day when I probably would have gone and jumped in the car with this stranger but fortunately for me I've gotten more cautious over they years and realized that my driving was a good idea so off I went to meet him with the understanding that I would be driving. We met at a popular grocery store parking lot and headed off in search of soft serve cones. This is where it gets interesting!
Adam- "so I guess we ought to start telling the truth now"
me- "ok..." (I'm thinking I will finally know who our 'mutual friend' is, I could not be more wrong!!)
A- "so my name isn't Adam, it's actually *John*" (!!!!!??)
m- "so where did the Adam come from?"
A/J- "everyone makes fun of my name so I like to use my middle name, Adam when I first meet people to avoid the jokes"
m- "I guess it wouldn't have crossed my mind to even think that, wow" (thought process: really?!?!? who DOES that??!)
A/J- "so what truths do you want to tell me?"
m- "my name is still the same"
A/J- "oh well if you ever change your mind, that is ok" (thought process: what am I changing my mind over, I seemed to have missed the memo to lie about things! what a WEIRDO)
but wait...the story gets better!!
Now we have our cones and are driving around and he's telling me how he got accepted into a school program that will let him go through the program in half the time. The downside is their program is more expensive. As I'm driving aimlessly he starts telling me when to turn and eventually we end up infront of a house that he announces is his parents house (thought process- hum...ok... not my first choice for places to take a stranger but whatever...) after which he tells me he's just moved back in with them! (thought process: not my first choice, I love my parents but don't know I could live with them but if I was going to an expensive program and it was an option, why not, ok) My thought process could not be more wrong. The next thing out of his mouth, "I just couldn't stand living so far away from them." (though: !!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!!!?????) (he moved maybe a mile!- my parents don't even live in the state and for quite a while weren't even in the same COUNTRY that I was!) he precedes to tell me that he doesn't really care about his dad but he just needed to be closer to his mom!!!! (tender, but WHAT?!?!?!)
I continue driving, wondering how quickly I can end this when he says we should walk around a park. At this point, really not my first choice (or third... fourth...fifth...hundredth!) but he seemed so psycho to me at this point that I didn't want to upset him, I mean I don't understand this type at all, my previous assumption of his type could not have been more off! I pick a park I know well (it's really late now) and of course there isn't really anyone else there so I'm dreading this walk, kissing him is just not happening. Little did I know (and much to my relief) I didn't need to worry about this, he proceded to POWER WALK through the park, I was jogging to keep up. Luckily (for several reasons) it was a short run.
At this point (much to my relief) our evening was coming to a close and I dropped him off. Being a "nice guy" (or psycho, take your pick) he offered to talk to me while I drove home since it was so late. Now anyone that knows me knows that my phone pretty much starts dialing people the second it gets in my car and I wonder sometimes if they are both required to be there for either to function, I talk that much while driving [I use hands free kits, so it's safer!]. I had no desire to continue any type of conversation with him and told him I don't talk on the phone while driving (just call me Pinocchio) and he made me promise to tell him when I made it home.
About 20 minutes later I pull into my driveway and, as promised, send my text:
me- "I'm home"
A/J- "Already gee your snappy so what did you think of me I think you are very pretty and you have a great smile gorgeous eyes and a great personality very soothing peaceful speech and voice and very fun to talk to I would love to see you again"
m- "thanks you, that was an adventure"
A/J- what?! no reply? I open my heart up to you and all you can say is thanks? our budding romance will not work with this type of communication, I need you to say 2 good things and 1 bad thing about me
(I am not the type to take this type of conversation well, if you need me to say why I like you when I just met you, I am not your type)
m- I like you let me drive, I like you picked public places and I liked the icecream
a/j- this is not good communication but I think our budding romance can survive it as along as we work on it (thought process: budding romance???)
m- I'm going to bed
for days later he would text and I'd ignore him. Finally I told him I was dating someone else to which I got that; "our love could survive that," and he kept texting!
I finally told him I was getting married, (I'll get married eventually, it wasn't a total lie!) I haven't heard from him but I'm sure if I called off my imaginary engagement, our budding relationship would still be in tact!
Best of all, he got my number by stalking my old job!! we didn't have a mutual ANYTHING!
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