It's This Thing, You Did.
I've had three boy experiences today.
None of which panned out as planned.
[Dater #1]
I meet up with him at starbucks.
He's clearly VERY nervous.
He takes a look at me,
as i walk up to him,
and as he's taking a sip of his Latte',
he dribbles it all over his shirt;
and doesn't even notice.
For the next hour, he talks about how much money he makes,
How big his next pay check is,
and then flags down a woman,
and buys a massage/facial gift certificate from her.
THEN bitches about how much money he doesn't have.
With such a good job,
you could've at LEAST offered to pay for my
Iced Non-fat Chai Tea-Latte.
It's $2.65.
I frantically texted Nic,
who immidiately called me with an emergency,
and i [politely] excused myself from the train-wreck of a date.
[Dater #2]
Mr.SSB and X-BF (we'll call him Mr.DanceRelief) and I all drove to brighton,
to go to "the scariest haunted house in Colorado".
I'll have to admit,
It was really scary.
[for 15 dollars, it's better be!]
about 2 minutes into the haunted house,
This GHASTLY GHOUL leaped out of no where
and after attempting to freak me out,
he asked for a drag of my ciggarette.
I said, absolutely,
and then OUT OF NOWHERE,
he said to me (with a slight country twang)
"are you gay?"
I responded,"yes,"
with an uneasy cringe.
He immidiately responded to me,
"My brothers gay,
you should give him a call!
Here, have his number."
He held out his hand,
motioning for my cell phone,
he held out his skeleton hand,
and he punched in his brother's number.
"Ask for Kord. He works here with me, but i don't know where he is,
but he'll be home around midnight,
but you can call him tomorrow."
I finished the Haunted House wondering if i projected homosexuality,
or if the next handsome zombie is his brother.
I left the Haunted House with an odd feeling.
Was it odd attraction?
Or just a harlequinne romance blossoming from the bones of the fallen?
[Dater #3]
I hop online,
when i get home to my new Downtown Apt.
After signing onto AIM,
CutieMcCuterson (a guy that i've been overdue to meet up with)
IM's me, asking me what i'm doing.
2 IM's later,
he asking me fo drugs,
tells me that i should come party.
Huh.
Funny how people are sometimes.
Matty B.
