So maybe I’m horribly judgmental. Maybe I just have expectations that surpass the capabilities of young men everywhere. Maybe I’m just a bitch. But just listen to my story and hear me out before you jump on me for dismissing this boy.
Molasses Boy called me on Saturday and asked me if I wanted to go to lunch today at 1pm. During our text messages last week, he said that we should get together to continue the rather suggestive conversation, so I assumed that would be the theme of this lunch. I said sure, but that I would have to text him in the morning to confirm because I had a meeting that I may or may not have to go to. He said that would be fine, and to just let him know.
So, sticking to my word, I texted him around eleven this morning, and confirmed that lunch was a go. It wasn’t until 12:44 as I stepped fresh out of the shower that I get a text from him saying
Hey just woke up can we meet at 1:45
Are you serious? You couldn’t set an alarm to wake your ass up at noon? If I had taken this to be just a friendly lunch then I would only have been mildly irritated, simply for the fact that I DO have other things to do besides wait around for someone. But if you’re into a girl, and this is the first meeting/potential date after you’ve just told her you’re into her, don’t you think you could take the time to just wake up for it? Just don’t be forty five minutes late? Maybe I’m crazy.
So I said fine, finding no reason to hide my annoyance, and waited for him to come. Once he arrived, I got into his car, and we headed over to this sushi place near where I live. Low and behold, we got there only to find that the place is closed on Sunday’s. So we sat, lost and forlorn, in his car until he asked me where else we could get good sushi. I hadn’t the slightest clue and I told him I would be happy with anything (not to mention that I was really hungry). I probably would have been fine with any place he thought of, but he just would not suggest a place. Why he couldn’t just throw out the name of a restaurant he liked, I don’t know, but finally I suggested Chipotle, and he concurred.
So we arrived at Chipotle, parked in the garage, and entered through the side door. Naturally, during lunchtime, the place was pretty busy and the line was to the front door. Me, thinking nothing of it, began walking towards where the line ended, but Molasses Boy just stopped dead in his tracks.
“Oh no, look how long the line is – we’ll never get our food.”
Again, are you serious? I feel like Chipotle, especially the one right by our campus, is usually pretty busy. So it’ll take twenty minutes to get food – so what? I stood there, somewhat impatiently, and asked him what he wanted to do and he asked me, “What do you mean?” because suddenly he no longer spoke plain English.
“Do you want to get in line?”
“I don’t understand”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“I’m not following what you’re saying.”
“I’m asking you! Do you want to just get in line or do you want to go?”
“You mean like – cut?”
“NO WE CAN’T CUT”
“Oh then what should we do?”
“So lets just get in line!”
“Well lets go.”
Now, at this point, my sailor’s mouth was having a really difficult time trying to find words that were not explitives, because seriously. What the fucking hell? I’m hungry. Can we just get on line? It will probably take the same amount of time for us to get in the car, drive somewhere else, and wait on another line as it would to just stay at Chipotle!
So we were walking to the car, and I was just so annoyed at this point and told him to just go wherever he wanted to go. I think he was considering how absurd it was that he was making us go somewhere else because he stood at the car door for about a minute jingling his keys trying to tell me how long it would take to get food – until of course I told him to just open the door and drive wherever his little heart desired. He suggested Panda Express, which was right down the road, and I said fine. It was around quarter after two, and I hadn’t eaten yet today, and everything he was doing was getting on my nerves.
Finally we got to Panda, and ordered, and I reached the cashier – ahead of him – wondering what the deal was. Was this a date? Were we just two friends out to lunch? The woman told me the price of my food, and I took out my wallet, listening for protests from him, “Oh no no, I got it.”
But, nothing. I pulled out my cash and paid.
So here’s where I figured any remotely romantic pursuit on his part had ended. And that’s fine. But why did he spend the whole week winking at me and trying to gaze into my eyes if he wasn’t going to back it up. I don’t need to be wined and dined, but I can’t feel like I’m just out with one of my buddies.
After he drove me home, he pulled into my driveway and asked me if he could come in and see what I had done on my animation for a class we have together. I told him, No. My roommate thinks I’m mean because I didn’t think of a more creative way to say no than just saying no, but I find it difficult to skirt around my ultimate message when I feel so strongly about it. I didn’t really feel like spending any more time with him and when someone’s in you’re home, it can be a pain getting them out.
I realize towards the end of that lunch I was a little bitchy. Maybe a lot bitchy. But I don’t think it was completely unreasonable for me to feel that way. He tells me he’s kind of into me, proceeds to flirt with me shamelessly, and then fools me into thinking we’re going on a date. That clearly was not a date and he showed no remote interest in making it one. He didn’t even mention anything that he so boldly stated over text message.
So, I’m over him. I’m not really sure if he feels the same about me, but I guess only the coming days will tell.
Now, after hearing all that, was I so wrong?
With Alotta Love,
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