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Got Lint? Feeling: (continued from previous entry) OH MY GOD!!!! ok so picture this: You've been running around all day, you're tired. You get home, your hands are too full to carry some of the boxes you picked up for the purpose of packing, so you leave them in your car.. decide you'll go downstairs to get them later.
Oh, and you talk your ex into helping you carry things from the car too. SO you walk down to the car.. and you both realize neither one of you has the key. crap. the ex goes back up to the apartment to get the key. you stay behind. (here's where you turn into a fuqing idiot) You decide to busy yourself with picking the lint off your pants, because hey, a lint picker still looks better than an idiot who's locked out of her car. As you're picking lint, minding your own business, you notice someone come downstairs into the garage a few feet away from you. You're feelin a little weird about what you're wearing, but again, you pay no mind. He starts walking towards you. You concentrate REALLY hard on the fuqing lint (maybe he'll have disappeared when you look up).
AND THEN! (here's where it gets interesting), HE WALKS RIGHT UP TO YOU, AND SAYS HELLO! You realize you have no choice but to stop picking lint, cross your arms over your chest (STUPID FUQING BRA, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU?!) and say hello back. He continues to make small talk with you as you become increasingly aware that your cheeks have now turned the same shade as the shirt you're wearing (for those of you that need clarification, it's RED). So during this festive chat session he tells you that he's noticed you for a while, usually with your boyfriend. asks if the two of you are still together. you say no.. he THEN goes on to say he would like to get your phone number because he'd really like to take you out sometime. AT THIS POINT you start to think about how just YESTERDAY you were telling Thai that you DON"T WANT TO DEAL WITH MEN, that you just want a Boy Toy [not even necessarily for sex, but just attention] who lives far away so you'd only have to see/deal with him when you want. Plus you love airports, so the farther he is, the better.
He asks you to follow him over to his car (few feet away) so he can get a pen to write your number down. ENTER EX-BOYFRIEND. Apartment guy notices the ex and says "so, is that your boyfriend?" "no, he's my ex boyfriend" "oh ok. he's not gonna come over here and do something, is he?" "hehe.. no." Oh he also asks if maybe you two could actually just go grab some coffee at the moment.. but you tell him you're packing. "PACKING? but why?!" cuz i'm moving at the end of the month, you say! *insert upset look from apartment guy here* (That's right, buddy.. your timing SUCKS! lol) So instead he asks you when would be a good time to call you.. you say maybe sometime this weekend. You say your 'nice to meet yous' and your 'goodbyes' and as you walk away, you're hoping to GOD he's not looking at your arse cuz even though you thought it shrank last night, you thought to yourself today it must have grown back (fuqing arse). As you get back to your car, your ex is unloading boxes, staring at you with this "wtf" look on his face and all you can do is grin and blush. oy. WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. WRONG. WITH. ME. Thai conveniently called as i was writing this.. i went over the whole story with her. Then proceeded to ask her WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO IF HE CALLS?! She laughed at me! Stupid blushing. Stupid arse. Stupid bra. Stupid lint. STUPID SCREWED UP HEAD! But hey, i was really flattered.. as much as a deer caught in headlights can be.
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