Sunday, January 18, 2009

Blogging Under the Influence [dot] blogspot [dot] com - The Guy Who Doesn't Get It

Hello readers! I know I haven't blogged in a LONG time. I've been busy doing horrific things (as expected as someone who leads a terribly horrific life).

Tonight (or is it tomorrow?)'s post is about guys who just DON'T get it. Personally, I try very hard to get it, as in understand when someone is just not interested in you. I go as far as to delete a number as soon as I feel the least bit rejected. I'm a smart girl. I don't beg, and I think the worst thing in the world is when someone feels your annoying. That's like being compared to a mosquito. I HATE mosquitoes (sorry to any mosquito fans out there, and if you are a fan of mosquitoes you are either a fucking strangeiod or you are the guy from Jurassic Park with the mosquito cane).

Anyway, lately I have been dealing with a number of guys who just don't fucking get it. Now, I know I should just tell someone if I'm not interested, but there are many guys who will pull the "well I just wanted to be friends" bullshit.

LIARS

Here is a great example of one of the above. So I go out with this guy I know, ONCE. Just once. And at the end of the mildly entertaining night he bombards my face and harasses my tonsils with his tongue after I have already gotten in my car. I was so shocked. So taken by surprise. I had no idea what to do. So I wake up to like 5 year long texts from him. I know I have no intention of going out with him again, so I ignore them. He continues to call and text. I continue to ignore (cuz honestly, who wants to tell someone they aren't interested and then possibly have to explain why).

So after a couple weeks of ignoring I get this text about how rude I am being. So I give in and write back and apologize for being rude, and tell him I am just not interested in that kind of relationship with him, and he writes back: (this gets its own line)

"Neither do I... it just felt right at the time"

WHAT THE FUCK (wtf would not do this justice) he expects me to believe he has been hounding me for the last three weeks because he wants to be friends? Come on! I did not write back. Clearly.

Then there is the guy at the bar who doesn't get that you don't care to talk to him (honestly, you would rather stand there looking like a fugly wench with your friend all night than talk to him for 2 min). Tonight I experienced a double dose of Please-go-the-fuck-away guy. One guy comes up and starts talking to us. Gross. A more attractive than ugly guy looks at me from across the bar and mouths "Do you want me to save you?" to which I mouth "yes please." Poor choice.

My savior turned out to be as much as a weirdo as the first guy. I tried to pretend to need to go talk to a couple of my friends and his reply was "I'll wait for you right here." Ten, 20 min, he kept waiting. Really? Yes. He did. I realize there is only one thing I can do to aviod this creeper (who already told me he was creepy because he was born in Canada -- no lie. That is what he said). So he asks for my number. OMG. Why? Why! Here is how the convo went:

Weirdo Canadian Guy: Hey, can I have your number?
Me: Sorry, I don't give out my number in bars. I have had bad experiences.
Weirdo Canadian Guy: Like what?
Me: Um, like guys calling me in the middle of the night 500 times (lie)
Weirdo Canadian Guy: Oh well how about I give you mine and you can text me if you'd like?
Me: Umm. Ugh. Ok, why don't you write it down?
Weirdo Canadian Guy: Take out your phone and save it
Me: (thinking, are you fucking serious, I'm never going to call)

So I saved it. And I feel bad. I have waited by the phone before. But you better believe when someone sends the slightest signal that they aren't interested that I disappear ASAP. The last thing anyone wants to be is that person who just doesn't get it.

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