Damnit. Again.
So I spent about two hours talking with this cute guy at the pub tonight before work. We chatted and we kissed a little; there was even a restroom involved for about a minute. Since it was going so well I asked him for his phone number or e-mail address before I had to leave.
He said no.
Now, I realize he probably had a boyfriend or a wife or whatever and that doesn’t bother me, really. Whatever. It’s just that I really hate it when I misread someone by such a wide margin. I’m usually pretty good at picking up on whether or not someone is into me or just interested in being in me, so to speak. This does seem to be getting more common though. Again, not looking to pick out china, but there’s that spark where I think to myself ‘wow, he’s cute. he seems to like me. he lives int he city. what the hey, I’ll ask him out.’ When they flat out say ‘no’ it’s a little disconcerting.
He did tell me where he works though… said I should call Saks and ask for “©#@&!%$”*.
Yeah, I’ll be doing that. </sarcasm>
* Edited to protect the guilty.
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June 28th, 2007 at 9:08 am
Sheesh, that sucks.
(And Saks? Hmmm Like in cosemtics? But I digress. )
Anyway, Lord have mercy, can I ever relate to you here:
“It’s just that I really hate it when I misread someone by such a wide margin….”
My intuition has been so knocked out off kilter by this sort of thing that I think I’m punch drunk.
I mean, no matter how thick a skin you develop, it’s always going to hurt.
June 28th, 2007 at 11:54 am
he works at saks? i doubt he refused because of a wife…
June 28th, 2007 at 6:30 pm
Yeah, it was a boyfriend… he works in marketing or sales or something at Saks. (I was trying to maintain a bit of mystery for his sake.. fuck him)
June 28th, 2007 at 7:36 pm
Well, hell, then, just tell us his name so we can avoid him. ;)
July 5th, 2007 at 7:08 am
Hell! Tell us his name so we can call him!