Girl Meets Boy, Boy Calls Girl Nasty
Girl meets Boy through Friend and Friend's Husband.
Boy asks Girl out, and although Girl realizes she was wearing beer goggles at time of introduction decides to go.
Girl gets pedicure, wears sexy dress. Girl tells co-workers, mother, friends.
Boy picks Girl up. Girl realizes that she was not so much wearing beer goggles, but rather a rum soaked blind fold at time of introduction.
Boy and Girl go to dinner. Boy tells Girls life history and shows Girl five stacks of pictures from travels. Boy asks nothing about Girl and interrupts when she tries to engage in the conversation. Boy tunes Girl out by watching Red Sox game whenever she manages a word in edgewise.
Girl hates boy. Girl needs to drink, and drink heavily to get through date.
Girl loosens up. Girl makes a joke. Boy tells Girl he does not find her funny and proceeds to tell several jokes. Girl doesn't find Boy much funny either.
Girl under impression that Boy also hates Girl. Girl tells Boy that she realizes Boy does not feel a connection here but she was glad they went out nonetheless and had a good time (lie).
Boy takes Girl home and asks if he can spend the night. Girl wishes she had mace. Girl makes a speedy exit.
Friend's Husband runs into Boy several days later and asks how date went. Boy says everything was going great, he really liked girl, but then she turned into a Nasty Bitch.
Girl is upset. Girl analyzes situation with co-workers, mother, friends. Co-workers, mother, friends reassure Girl she is not a Nasty Bitch.
Girl starts to wonder if she will ever meet Right Boy.
Boy asks Girl out, and although Girl realizes she was wearing beer goggles at time of introduction decides to go.
Girl gets pedicure, wears sexy dress. Girl tells co-workers, mother, friends.
Boy picks Girl up. Girl realizes that she was not so much wearing beer goggles, but rather a rum soaked blind fold at time of introduction.
Boy and Girl go to dinner. Boy tells Girls life history and shows Girl five stacks of pictures from travels. Boy asks nothing about Girl and interrupts when she tries to engage in the conversation. Boy tunes Girl out by watching Red Sox game whenever she manages a word in edgewise.
Girl hates boy. Girl needs to drink, and drink heavily to get through date.
Girl loosens up. Girl makes a joke. Boy tells Girl he does not find her funny and proceeds to tell several jokes. Girl doesn't find Boy much funny either.
Girl under impression that Boy also hates Girl. Girl tells Boy that she realizes Boy does not feel a connection here but she was glad they went out nonetheless and had a good time (lie).
Boy takes Girl home and asks if he can spend the night. Girl wishes she had mace. Girl makes a speedy exit.
Friend's Husband runs into Boy several days later and asks how date went. Boy says everything was going great, he really liked girl, but then she turned into a Nasty Bitch.
Girl is upset. Girl analyzes situation with co-workers, mother, friends. Co-workers, mother, friends reassure Girl she is not a Nasty Bitch.
Girl starts to wonder if she will ever meet Right Boy.
Labels: Dudes, Girl Meets Boy
posted by Betty Blog at 4:32 AM
6 Comments:
Yeesh! "Boy" wants working on. Not so much life lessons, as a lug wrench to the temple. In my humble opinion.
That was as painful to read as it must have been to endure.
These kind of dates are the very difficult as you know. Just look at it as weeding through the garden to find that perfect flower. I know that sounds really lame but. I've been there and sometimes it is not all for nothing.
hang in there
btw -i hate that word verification thing. can't read through my beer goggles
You've got a great sense of humor. That's more than half the battle, as far as I'm concerned. As long as you don't have three eyes and ears that drip pus, you'll find someone swell.
(I mean, look at me. I say things like "ears that drip pus" and I found someone.)
Ugh. What a nightmare. I'm sorry.
Girl made excellent decision to be a Nasty Bitch to the Boring Bastard.
Funny when I wrote this I was all up in arms, but he is now a distant memory. Asshole.
Thanks for the comments guys!
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