Of course there are some down sides to life as I currently know it. I'm busy most days. Or I at least have something to do most days. But I also have a lot of free time. Way more than I'm used to. And I'm considering getting another job just to fill the time. I kind of want to work in a bar. Or maybe dance at a club. That could be fun. The free time I have now, I spend in a variety of ways. Last weekend I went out with Patrick and his friends from Lucinda Childs Dance something or another (I don't actually know the name.... =/) We went out and ended up on the topic of men. And why (present company excluded, of course) they don't listen.
DATENAPPED. It's my new show. It's where girls can relive and relate to some really horrible dates. Patrick's friend, let's call her Hatheway, was telling us about this bad first date she went on. She was DATENAPPED (bum bum bummmm...) Stuck on a motorcycle for 5 hours with a guy who would not listen. When she said "I want to go home" he heard "Please take me to your house and show me your shaggy bed cover and your stuffed moose head." No! I want to go home means, "I want to go home."
Unless you're Patrick or Mommy, you've probably never heard this story. But I too have been datenapped. We'll call him Mo. Mo thinks I'm the biggest tomboy and that I'm incapable of having fun or going out. In my second year of school he texts me one day and asked if I'd eaten dinner. I'm never one to turn down free food so I said no when he offered to bring me some. I was at home, so naturally I was not dressed. Surprisingly I was wearing clothes but just shorts and a tshirt. When Mo said he was downstairs I went down with adidas sandals and socks, purple shorts and a pink tee to pick up my food. Little did I know the food was actually in HARLEM!! I lived on 23rd street! Like wtf? He was mad that I wasn't dressed, like I didn't tell him exactly what I was wearing. But he took me anyway. After I got in the car I was marginally worried about the fact that no one knew where I was and I had no idea where I was going. ** He made me go get my food to go by myself and just gave me money. What part of "I'm wearing sleeping clothes" was hard to understand. "No I don't want to go to Harlem" does not mean, "please take me anyway". I'm not being coy, I'm being honest. Just listen.
Unless you're Patrick or Mommy, you've probably never heard this story. But I too have been datenapped. We'll call him Mo. Mo thinks I'm the biggest tomboy and that I'm incapable of having fun or going out. In my second year of school he texts me one day and asked if I'd eaten dinner. I'm never one to turn down free food so I said no when he offered to bring me some. I was at home, so naturally I was not dressed. Surprisingly I was wearing clothes but just shorts and a tshirt. When Mo said he was downstairs I went down with adidas sandals and socks, purple shorts and a pink tee to pick up my food. Little did I know the food was actually in HARLEM!! I lived on 23rd street! Like wtf? He was mad that I wasn't dressed, like I didn't tell him exactly what I was wearing. But he took me anyway. After I got in the car I was marginally worried about the fact that no one knew where I was and I had no idea where I was going. ** He made me go get my food to go by myself and just gave me money. What part of "I'm wearing sleeping clothes" was hard to understand. "No I don't want to go to Harlem" does not mean, "please take me anyway". I'm not being coy, I'm being honest. Just listen.
Whew! I feel better now. Got that off my chest.
**I recently was informed that I did in fact text Patrick. He was concerned as to why I was in this man's car. I should have known better... Hindsight is 20 x 20
**I recently was informed that I did in fact text Patrick. He was concerned as to why I was in this man's car. I should have known better... Hindsight is 20 x 20
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