April 29, 2012

• Story of My Weekend

  Just a forewarning, this isn’t going to be super coherent, but I’ll try my best.

  So, a few of you know I drunkenly went home with a guy last weekend, made out with him, and acquired several hickeys. He took my number, but I figured he just wanted a hookup. On top of that I wasn’t really interested, so I never really pursued it. The problem was he’s part of the fraternity a bunch of my friends are in, and even worse, he’s close to the big mouth of the fraternity.

  He attempted to have conversation with me, but he failed extremely hard. I’m really conversatable, and he refused to build off on anything I said, so we barely talked throughout the week. I guess with the coaching of his brothers and his roommates, he asked me out on a date on Friday. Holy shit, was it a bad date.

  Let me remind you this guy is 23 years old and works as a professional.

  So he calls me about an hour before our date asking where I am, where I want to go, and if I wanted to meet there. Normal call, but the fact is he said it in such a forceful, rushed manner that it made me feel really uncomfortable. That was my ultimate realization this was going to be a bad date. I got there a bit late, but I knew the place we were going to had a long wait, so ultimately, it didn’t really matter. He ended up bitching about my being late and then suggested to go get margaritas while waiting.

  While drinking margaritas, he basically started arguing with me over some things we were talking about and basically calling me stupid. I tried to look past it, but he kept wanting to talk about the weirdest things, but being conversatable, I indulged his conversations.

  We finally get seated, and we order our food. Once the food comes out, all conversation stops. His head is in his bowl, and he doesn’t say a single word to me while he’s eating. The only thing he says is, “After this, do you want to go back to my place?” I was so fucking flabbergasted. You have the audacity to ask me back to your place??????!?!:RHIGOAORFJAOWEJFAWEf (That’s how I felt.) I politely turned him down, but he kept pressuring me to come over. I reluctantly said yes, knowing my apartment was down the block and that I was completely coherent to go home.

  On the way home, we stopped by the convenience store to get tea since I was sick. When we get to his apartment, I open up the box, and he smells it. He goes on to say, “This tea fucking sucks. My roommates have better tea.” And I was like … /tending to my tea. And he reaches for his roommates tea and throws the fucking boxes of tea at me while I’m not even looking. At this point, I’m like HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU THAT YOU’RE ACTING LIKE THIS?! I just stared at the tea that has spilled all over the floor waiting for him to pick it up because I sure as hell was not going to.

  We end up watching shows on a laptop. I’m laying on my stomach, and he proceeds to tell me, “I want to sit on you,” climb on my back, and give me a back massage. I was wearing a pair of shorts that zips in the back, and he started to unzip them. I turned around to look at him and told him to stop. He gives me this pouty face like a 5 year old who doesn’t get his toy, and it pissed me off so much. I asked him to zip it back up, and he says, “I don’t know how.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YOU DONT KNOW HOW?!?ear0hf/alehofaWEOHJfaWOEJFaw I just tell him, “Fine, I’ll zip it up myself.” I zip it up, he rolls off my back, and throws a fucking fit. He’s quiet and looking the other way, so I ask him if I should leave, and he tells me to stay. He then tries to make a move on me by kissing my neck, and I told him no. He asks why, and I’m just like, “Just no. That’s enough reason why.” He gets up and does something outside the room, and while he’s doing that I get my jacket and scarf on, and when he comes back I tell him I’m leaving. He once again makes that annoying pouty face, fucking throws another fit, climbs into bed and gets into the covers. I looked at him and said, “You’re not going to walk me to the door?” He looked puzzled, and I just walked out.

  I was so annoyed at how he acted. Don’t act like a fucking baby. No girl likes that shit. And you are NOT entitled to sleep with me after you buy me a $10 bowl of ramen.

  I ended up seeing him several times the next day. First he was at an NYU event with one of his brothers (the big mouth one that I mentioned before). I did not expect to see him there considering he’s graduated by two years. I didn’t say anything to him, greet him, or anything. I had to print stuff, so I went to my school’s computer lab afterwards, and lo and behold, he was there too. It was so frustrating seeing him so many times, but I eventually said hi, and he told me he was going to this birthday party I was going to that night. I told him, “Cool, see you later then,” and left.

  While out to dinner with the birthday girl, he texted me asking if I wanted to pregame with him. I was at dinner with the couple friends I told about the date, and I just looked at them like, “Does he REALLY not realize how bad it was yesterday? Why is he still pursuing this? Is he really this fucking clueless?” At the party, he tried to start up weird, menial conversation with me, about how his roommate is wearing his suit, and something else blah blah I don’t know. I was drunk by that point, and I just didn’t give a shit. I just got up and walked away and talked to a couple of the other brothers, and by this time, everyone knew. The big mouth brother had told everyone. So everyone started to ask me, even his roommate, about the date, concurring with me that he was sort of weird and awkward, and that they were sorry that I had to go through that. Only made me regret more that I hooked up with THIS GUY out of ALL THE BROTHERS I COULD HAVE. I always told myself that I would never hook up with a brother, and when I did, it just so happens to be the most socially inept of the fraternity. .___________________________.”"”"”"”"”

  There were also another creep at the party, but I think I’ll leave that story for another post.

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