insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Sunday, January 18, 2009 Faux Beau So, a few of you may have heard me talking about the "troll doll with mange" when I was back East. Let me give a little bit of background before I give you all the latest adventures in boy drama. I've been bartending as a side job since late summer, working at a little bar in the next town over. This bar has a main bar as well as a back room that's used for concerts and events. During one event, there was a guy that was sitting at a table with a book; he kept coming up and ordering appletinis from me. It was a bit odd that he was alone at a concert, with a book, ordering appletinis, but I thought nothing of it. Until he showed up at the next event. With a CD for me. I figured out fairly quickly that he liked me, but the bar was busy and I didn't have time to talk to him. He did ask the other bartenders a few questions, and the next day, he called me to ask if I wanted to go for a walk in the park with him. I said yes, and asked where to meet him. He told me he was at my car; when I walked outside, sure enough he was standing beside my car. I found out from the other bartenders that he was asking for my number and where I lived; he stalked me to find my car and meet up with me. I told him that day that I did not want to date him and that stalking me was way uncool. I told him that we could be friends, but the stalking was over the top. We've met up for lunch a few times since, and I thought all was well and on friendly terms. Except that things have been really strange since I came back to Sheridan. When I arrived at the airport, he was waiting for me, with a peppermint mocha and a present. The card that came with the present was this really sappy "Thinking of you and miss you lots" card, and he had given me a $100 gift certificate to the local book store. He found out about my birthday (Liz was the only one in Sheridan that knew the date) and brought me flowers and took me to out for a really nice dinner. Weird, but I didn't think really think anything about it at the time. Well, we went snowmobiling the other day, and afterward, we had dinner. After dinner, he kept talking about how he was looking for a someone to date and do stuff with. I reiterated that we had already had this conversation and I did not want to date him. Then he asked if we could just be friends with benefits. And that, folks, is when I lost my dinner and threw up. And threw up. And kept throwing up. Ick. He keeps calling to check on me, offering to bring me soup or run to the store if I need something. I think I've got myself a faux beau, and I'm not happy about it. I don't know how much more clear I can be. I mean, not only have I told him in no uncertain terms that I do not want to date him, but I freakin' blew chunks when he mentioned being anything more than a friend. I mean, saying no is clear; throwing up is like the ultimate "you are revolting, now go away" message you can send. Any suggestions on getting rid of this one? posted by jaime | 10:34 PM 0 comments |
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