4/8/2006 Sometime during work last Friday, a friend sent a text message asking if I wanted to come hang out with him after work. I wasn't keen at first cos I had to get up early the next day – I work half days on Saturdays – and in order to maintain my pristine complexion my beautician recommends at least eight hours of sleep a day. Then he called and said, "But dude, there be chicks!" So I went home, took a good shower, put on my snazziest shirt, wore my best pair of cotton socks and got to steppin'.
Got there, met my buddy and he began introducing me to some of the girls. Chat up this one and we talked for a while.
"So what do you do for a living?"
"Oh I work at a travel agency."
"Oh ok, so you, like, sell airline tickets and stuff?"
"Err ... yeah. What about you?"
"Oh, I work at a cable factory. We manufacture electrical cables."
"Oh ok. You mean like, those that conduct electricity?"
"Umm, yeah. Those are the ones."
Having impressed her with my conversational skills, I proceeded to get her another drink. By the time I got back, she was in a fit of giggles with her girlfriends. I thought, ok, I'll be cool, maybe try and cut in politely, share the joke, laugh along or something. So I hung out at the table, tried to eavesdrop a little and perhaps interject when the time was right.
"You go over!"
"No you go first!"
"I'm not gonna go! You're the one who's so turned on by him!"
Turns out their little giggle-fest was over who should approach the cute guys at the next table first. Giggle-fest turns into tug-fest; turns into scream-fest as they now challenge each other to see who's gonna make the first move. And there I was, snazzy shirt, cotton socks, two drinks in hand, feeling like an ass. Way to go girls. The best way to tell a guy that you're not interested is to start talking about how cute the guys are at other tables.
Ladies, if I'm that appalling, I'd rather you just splash your strawberry daiquiri in my face and tell me to go away. At least it's direct and to-the-point. No reason to waste any more of your time and my time. In fact, should you decide to really dump your drink at me, just remember that you wouldn't be the first to do it. Cos it's been done before. And that only proves how trite and unoriginal you are.
Sometime during work last Friday, a friend sent a text message asking if I wanted to come hang out with him after work. I wasn't keen at first cos I had to get up early the next day – I work half days on Saturdays – and in order to maintain my pristine complexion my beautician recommends at least eight hours of sleep a day. Then he called and said, "But dude, there be chicks!" So I went home, took a good shower, put on my snazziest shirt, wore my best pair of cotton socks and got to steppin'.
