Time for an amendment to those New Year resolutions. I know it didn’t even take a day, but there is a story behind this.
New Year’s Day, my roommate T-Bone and I finally woke up around 5PM and after cleaning, found that we had enough alcohol left to have a second party. So after some serious mopping and trash disposal, we sat around, watched TV and tried to put a dent in our stock.
Then we got bored.
We decided to go and pay for beer at some of our local haunts and as is his M.O., T-Bone was on the lookout for someone nice to bring home.
There was this very pretty girl sitting at the end of the bar all by her lonesome, so I thought why not be contrary to my own character and go chat her up.
Remember Mouse, be more aggressive.
With enough beer, even a mouse can be courageous and things went well for the first 10 minutes.
Then I don’t know what the hell happened.
She wouldn’t tell me her name which I wasn’t begging for, but after introducing my own weird ass name into the conversation, you think someone would be much more comfortable sharing. She was not. This secrecy piqued my curiosity and so I followed with bullshit smalltalk to which she was not totally unreceptive in a "could you please fuck off" sort of way, but after while she was about to leave and T-Bone gives me a shout.
Then she gets curious.
To make a long, long, long story short the evening continued with her berating me, saying I was too aggressive, over-analytical and negative. She said that I was probably the "social one" and that T was probably the type that hangs on the wall like a quiet mouse…
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All of this took place while she answered every one of T-Bone’s questions that I was apparently stoopid for asking, didn’t mind him touching her hands and ended with giving him her number.
Sufficed to say I was completely mortified and maybe wanted to run away.
I tried world but after two "I have a boyfriends" and having a girl game on my roommate in my face, I am not ready for this yet. Secretly, I woke up New Year’s Day and felt miserable because I didn’t feel like anything changed in my life outside of circumstances beyond my control. So when my sad little efforts to not be so timid keep ending so sour… I would rather not have my ego kicked around right now. Maybe later.
A mouse can’t be a lion so maybe it is just better if I try to be a better mouse rather than change who I am.
Viva la Dating Siesta!
Comments (2)
You’re going to let one bad experience make you change your mind about the whole resolution? That would be too bad.
oh my mouse,
is it time already for a tutorial on the ways of the dating siesta?
siesta=no dating=no attempting to date=no hitting on the ladies (and no attempting to hit on the ladies).
You wanna switch things up, hit on the men, I’ll allow that.
But no ladies. You’re taking a frickin’ siesta.
A secret of the siesta: the more you’re unavailable mouse, the more you’re gee-i’d-like-to-date-you-but-i’m-on-this-siesta -thing mouse, the more the ladies’ll love ya.