16th
Yes, EVEN HITLER.
Uggggggggh grosss. I have some sad news for the readers of 318 girls…
#4 was creepy… therefore, I give up on guys for awhile.
Here’s what happened:
I go out with friends on Saturday to celebrate our win over Duke… you know… the one where they gave Sean effing Glennon the PLAYER OF THE GAME title? (Lame, on the SG call, awesome win though) Anyway, I’m out with close friends and their friends who I haven’t met… so of course there is the token creepy guy. OF COURSE. I mean, why wouldn’t there be? We go to one of my fav bars and there’s a tiny booth… so I sit down with my drink and creepy guy takes it upon himself to sit across from me. My friends pull up chairs around the booth and all is good until everyone at the table behind us leaves. My friends decided it was better to spread out so they left the small booth for the table behind it. Of course there was a shortage of 2 chairs so I am left at the freaking booth with creepy guy. SUCKKKKS! Dear friends, try not to hate me so much and attempt to rescue me from such situations in the future.
So of course I am the one who has to sit there with him. He’s buying me drinks which I am reimbursing him for because he was creepy and I didn’t want him to think me letting him buy me drinks was equivalent to me letting into my pants. Gross. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. At this point, my friends are looking on in amusement while I suffer engaged in the lamest bar conversation of mankind. A weezer song comes on and he starts singing along. Whatever, that’s fine. My friend comes by and he’s like, “man, you don’t know the song” and my friend says “no,” and he goes “FUCK YOU.” My friend at this point is like WTF, this guy’s a douche… and creepy guy looks at him and is like “dude, I don’t care that you don’t know this song - I was just saying that for the ladies.” Since when does being an asshole to my friend = me liking you more? SINCE NEVER.
Gross. Anyway, said friend comes up to me and whispers “this guy totally thinks he’s gonna get laid tonight… little does he know, it’s not gonna happen. And he was completely right. It wasn’t going to happen. It was FAR FAR from happening. So far that if he were the last guy on earth and human evolution depended on me, I’d pass.
Ugh. I was so grossed out.
Then yesterday, I saw my friend at a BBQ and he said to me, “I talked to creepy guy’s roomate (who he is friends with). And the roomate said that creepy guy came home and was like “man, I was SO in, but I blew it.”
Ummm… I am sorry my friend, you were never “in.” A few hours of bad conversation because my friends thought it would be funny to leave me in your presence does NOT constitute an “in.” I had to shower when I got home, I was so grossed out by you.
