The Worst Day to Ever Worsen and - Dating Advice, plz?
by , 04-16-2009 at 01:29 AM (1492 Views)
I had the weirdest sleep last night. I recall, around 2:30, flopping onto the mattress (WRONG MOVE) and cocooning myself thinking,
"Just gonna rest my bones for five minutes, and then I'm up and studying for my Music History te-
zZZzz"
I was conked. out. By some queer stroke of fortune (which was not to happen for the rest of the day), I woke up on my own at 7:30 and blearily turned on Schumann and Liszt.
And Dr. Pearson is the chipperest man to ever chipper at crack-thirty in the morning, so he's all, "GOOD MORNING HALEIGH.![]()
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" And I'm thinking, "Well, I'm glad someone had their OJ and coffee this morning. "
Dunno how I did on the test.
Then I forgot about my Lab report that was due, so I take it with me when I go out to breakfast (because my apartment is sans la nourriture and I am STARVING), but then Alice, my lappy, runs out of battery power and I get home and realize something is wrong with my printer (like some important piece fell down into it?) and it doesn't work so I just skip class entirely because I had to work at 5:30 anyway and write my professor a letter begging for mercy upon my soul and GPA -
I don't know what she'll say, but at this point I'm so tired of this constant worrying that I'm just... BlAaaaAargh.
If she doesn't have mercy upon me, I deserve it anyway. BUT. I still hope.
So then I'm on facebook in my spare time about ten minutes before I have to leave for work because Bird and I were joking about Alcatraz and I had to argue my point about a comic book character to a dudefriend.
SOoOooo Mr. Evan gets on JUST before I'm about to leave. He ... well. According to random sources (when you're in a fraternity/sorority, nothing is kept safe- my roommate is in a sorority) , he started crushing on me about a year ago. I'm pretty sure I can pinpoint it:
I was in class, drawing Red Sonja in my sketchbook - she's reclining and holding a mug of some frothy beer and grinnin', and I was at that moment working on perfecting her breasts, which were causing me some grief.
So he comes over after class ends and, kid you not, at that moment. I'm drawing. A boob.
And he's all: "Wow, that's really good!"
And I'm like ".....Thanks!!"
And then he proceeds to introduce himself.
He ain't bad lookin' y'all, I just... I'm thinking:
What the h*ll would we talk about?
Me: "So uh... so you like comics?"
Him: "Nah, I like beer!"
Me: ".. yea, I like some beer too! ... Do you play video games?"
Him: "No, but I go on huntin' trips!"
Me: ".........That's cool. I like. Um. I like camping and hiking."
Him: "I like YOU."
Me: *ScreeeeeaaaaAaaAaM*
Dating, by the way, is one of my biggest fears. I mean, this may sound shallow - but could I date a guy who's never read LOTR? What if he's offended by my nerd-some interests?
And I am seriously, highly independent. I value my friends and family soo much, and my free time goes to them. It was one of the biggest problems with my last boyfriend - twenty-five, handsome, gamed, had an apartment, but didn't seem to want to go ANYWHERE in life - next to my last boyfriend being, well, kinda clingy - and, he lived two hours away.
So Mr. Evan's all: "... I know that. Uhm. You're busy. A lot."
(Because we've been through this before.)
"But, do you want to hang out some time? Before you had back home for the summer?"
Me: "Um, well, I'll have to check my work schedule, and I won't get it until tomorrow..."
"Right, right, well. I mean - "
Me: (Oh no wait, he usually stops there! o_o)
" - I mean, I think you're really cute. And I've always wanted to take you out. I know you're busy, but maybe we could find some time after school lets out."
Me: ......................................*drums fingers over the keyboard. Starts to panic.* "Oh... well! I mean, yea, I'll definitely get back to you on the schedule business."
"Because I have an internship in Chicago and I'm leaving mid-May."
Me: ( ... T_T He has direction.) "Oh wow, congrats!"
"Yea. Well, I'll let you go! Hope you can find some time!"
Me: "Yeah!See ya!"
By that time I was late for work, and feeling awful, because this has got to be fourth time he's tried to hang out, and I've skillfully been dodging him - I don't mean to be MEAN, I just...
Yeah. So my car was being finicky as it has as of late and wouldn't start for a good five minutes and I'd forgotten my phone, so I didn't know what time it was.
I got to work and- I mean, naturally - every one was angry at me and I didn't even have a good excuse. But then they cut the floor right when it got busy, so everyone seemed to drill their frustration into me. I'm really surprised - especially after I dropped the bowl of relish on the table in front of the lady (nothing splattered, thank god) - that I was just going to go break down, but I've promised myself that I would never cry at work. It would have been stupid to cry.
But I went to Denny's afterwards, and my favorite waitress Dawn got me a hot chocolate and Randall - one of my friends who also frequents the diner at late hours - came over and listened to me gripe. It was very nice of him.
I am burnt out.
Woo, it's good to spew!
So, friends. Um. I think I'll give in and 'hang out' with him, but... what... any suggestions? I've never been on a legit date (I'm always friends with the guys first, usually). What do I DO? what do I SAY? What do I wear?
So scared.



