what have I become?

August 6, 2007 at 7:53 am | Posted in blue | 1 Comment

It’s funny that you should mention text messaging, because I’ve noticed something interesting. I never thought I’d be that kind of girl, the kind that gets asked out by a guy and then has to instantly e-mail three friends “omg i can’t believe it what do i do??” and then goes on the date and a friend calls her halfway through in case she needs an out (you should hear K’s message, HILARIOUS, “BLUE, I just had a baby, and there’s a fire, and I can’t get on the freeway, and I need you to come pick me up, so I can deliver my baby. I don’t know where I got it from. Okay. BYE!”) and then texts her friends while the guy is in the bathroom to update, and at the end of the night immediately calls the first person on her speeddial to discuss (well, I wanted to, but I don’t think you would have appreciated that type of call at 2 am. stupid time difference) and then blogs about it the next day.

…uh, okay, when I started that tirade, my planned next paragraph was going to be “but I guess I am. So here’s how my night went…” but now after I’ve listed all that out, it does seem a bit excessive. Middle school in the digital age. All right, from now on, I won’t be so… stupidly girly. eww. I should have more class than that.

But last night, anyway – I was so completely dreading it, even before I hung up the phone with him. I don’t know why I agreed. I need to learn that it’s okay not to respond to vague email invites, that it doesn’t make me a bad person. But after I e-mailed him back being like “can I take a raincheck”, I later realized that meant I had pretty much already agreed to go at some point. So backing out after that would have been rude. Anyway. I went. We ate Thai food. Listened to live music under a bridge. People-watched. Got lost on the way back across the river.

The point is, I had fun. It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t creepily flirty, either, which I had been slightly afraid of. But that leaves me with a continuation of the same dilemma:

1. Had fun.
2. Not 100% sure it was a date, since we stayed firmly in the “friends only” zone.

Thus, no reason not to go again.

I shall keep you posted.

(p.s. my first monday in two months without cube. such emptiness.)

(p.p.s.  Google is effing amazing.  T, K, and J were being absolute jerks yesterday – they wanted me to come hang out with them, but wouldn’t tell me where they were, and thought they were soooooo clever “uhh, I can see grass, and benches, and water, and BRIDGE, we’re by a bridge, hahaha, come find us!!” so I hung up on them (it took them five minutes to figure that out), and texted Google, who gave me an address no problem (I had figured out they were by the fire bureau), and even when I found them they saw me and started walking the other direction, and I was like eff that, sat down and waited for them to come back, and was in a sour mood the rest of the time.  ergh.  Point being, Google is cooler than my friends.)

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  1. Class is SO overrated.
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    ooooo…from the sounds of it, i’d go again too…but staying strictly in the friend zone again…of some reason, as you may know, and i am sure you are on the same page, this guy calls for taking it very slow.
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    hm, though, i do give you props for cleverly figuring out their local. I commend you on your knowledge of ptown. see! you do know where things are! and you said you didn’t…lies. :)
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    there are like, TONS of bridges! personally, not a very descriptive landmark. i aspire to differentiate the ptown bridges like you!
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    oh! speaking of bridges and in lue of recent events, is ptown taking special/precautions with their bridges?! Be safe!
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    with these oddly collapsing bridges…does it sound vaguely familiar to a book that we have both just recently completed?!…. such strange coincidences!…
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    well, if you need an escape if you do in fact go out with them tonight, which as i said, you should, you are as always, welcome to call or text.


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