One thing that I didn’t mention on my St. Paddy’s Day weekend review is running into TG again. I met TG because my bank was located in the grocery store where he works. We had a couple of great conversations and he seemed like a cool guy, so when he asked for my number I gave it to him. And he never called me. A few weeks later I was depositing my pay check and happened to run into him. We said hello and exchanged a few pleasantries and he asked if he could call me. Strike One.
“Yea, I said you could call me when I gave you my number. A few weeks ago.” I said, pointedly emphasizing the fact that he hadn’t called before.
“I’m sorry Elizabeth, I promise I’ll call.” He said, giving me a winsome smile.
My face was deadly blank and eyes cold. “My name isn’t Elizabeth.” Strike Two. My name isn’t anything even vaugely resembling Elizabeth.
Stike Three occured when he pulled out his phone to try to find my name. Seriously? We’ve talked a bunch of times before for the past few months and the fact that you pulled out your phone to try to find my name, rather than laughing it off and making a joke…I’m over it. I successfully avoided him and then moved away. Cut to the party when I was back in Generic College’s town. Unfortunately, I ran out of money and needed gas to get to the party. So I pulled into the parking lot of my old bank and ran in, smack into TG.
“Hey Zoogie2.” He said, pointing out the fact that he could now remember my name. “Did you get my text message? I sent it a few weeks ago.”
“Uhhh,” I stammered, standing in line at the bank and hoping TG would go away. “No, I don’t think I did. But my phone died a few weeks ago, so maybe you sent it before I got my new phone.”
“Oh! Well can I have your number?”
I was putting all of my eggs into one basket, but my hope was that he had deleted my number and was lying. Trust me, it would fit his personality. “You already have it, my number didn’t change. My screen just died.”
An awkward silence descended. Yep, I was right. He couldn’t now ask for my number, because he’d just claimed to have texted me a few weeks prior. Muahaha. At that exact moment, the teller called out for the next person in line. I watched him slink away and I rushed out of the store once I had cash in my hand.
Why am I running into guys not worth my time? Where are the cute, nice guys!?
Dont Mind Me
Apr 13, 2011 @ 15:26:26
Aww Zoogie, I have a spoiler if you want it?
(Pick them, do not let them pick you)
Problem solved, maybe.
I had thought for a second that you’d revealed your name accidentally, heroic images of me kicking down doors and notifying you of your possible whoopsy-daisy skipped through my head for a good 3 seconds. False alarm… I’ll get back up the tree.
zoogie2
Apr 13, 2011 @ 17:06:16
In my defense he seemed like a great guy – he was cute, funny, studying for the LSATs (he wanted to specialize in criminal defense)…
I told my brother’s girlfriend that if she could find a 1/2 way decent guy in this terrible, hick town I would go on a date with him. She found two guys – one had three children by three different mothers and was apparently looking for #4 (pass!) and the other started off our conversation by asking my bra size “for future reference”. He then explained that he expected to “handle ’em” later that evening. As tempting as that offer was, I passed on him too.
I’d accuse myself of having high standards but unfortunately I have intimate knowledge of my standards, and they are pathetically low. Hell at this point if ANYONE can guess my name, be it man, woman or kangaroo (basically anything that can walk on two feet) I’ll let them “handle ’em” all they want!
While I appreciate your chivalry, even if it meant damaging my door and probably having my cat attack every limb she can reach (that should leave you cringing!) I think it’s best you stay in your tree for now. I wouldn’t want my other stalkers to get jealous or feel that I’m favoring you 😉
DontMindMe
Apr 14, 2011 @ 03:32:08
Oh man, well I suppose compared to that, this TG guy must be some shining beacon of perfection, glowy aura n’all.
I’m guessing you’re probably slightly younger than I am though, so don’t go getting all desperate just yet! If it makes you feel any better my luck is somewhat in parallel with yours these days, and I’m totally cute and nice. (Well, at-least that’s what my mother keeps telling me before I get tucked in every night)
zoogie2
Apr 14, 2011 @ 13:56:11
LOL no worries, I always have a back up plan. I got the right person drunk last night and she’s going to introduce me to her cute friend. He’s smart, funny, sensitive, has great abs and decent style…actually, I should probably check his facebook to make sure he isn’t gay.
Don’t give up either! Women can be real bitches sometimes, and I’m sure your mom was telling you the truth. Just like when she told you about Santa, the Tooth Fairy, how parents love their kids unconditionally…