And He Won't Even Look At Me
Sunday, June 06, 2010
So, I made a pact with a fellow Sparker to get out and do things alone...especially hard at the moment. But, I went out Friday night by myself to see a band play (my friend of over a decade is the singer). I knew that we wouldn't hang out, but the thing was to actually go somewhere by myself, and just get out. Mission accomplished. Oh, and I made sure to rock a slightly new top with a denim mini skirt and red flats.
Anyhow, met a cool girl, a friend of a friend and hung out with her much of then night. Got hit on...(oh yeah, I am still a girl someone might like I guess...) listened to good music, switched bars after the band to the one with a DJ. Really not going horribly. UNTIL...
So new friend, whom we shall refer to as Beauty School Knockout, needed a pack of smokes (really a nasty habit) and it was really warm in the bar/lounge thing, so we walked back to the other place where the band played, the neared place the sold them, which happens to be a tobacco lounge as well. So I go in with Beauty School Knockout, she gets her pack, we step back outside. And then I see him. Well technically I see the back of Art Guy. Because you see, Art Guy has apparently already seen me. Let me explain. When standing in front of a crowded bar with around 30 or more people, you will always see the profile at least of everyone as they chat, talk etc. UNLESS they don't want you to see them. N'est pas? Oh, but I would know him anywhere (you know I would)...the hat (and I don't mean the baseball kind), camera in back pocket, body, jeans, etc. He refuses to turn, and I realize that after I have finally noticed him, I am close enough that not only has he seen me and BSK walking down the block (I did not see him among the crowd), he is no less than 5 feet from me and knows my voice, knows I am there, and angles himself just right to not budge. Then, he moves about 20 feet away, continuing to angling himself so that I would never get a look at his face, nor he at mine, but a friend (whom I have never met as I recall) gets to do the occasional glance at me.
Did I miss something? When did I become Medusa that can turn a guy to stone with one glance? Nothing like messing with a girl's head and making her feel hideous (even if likely unintentional and I know really untrue). Okay so that was an especially crumby thing to do...usually "I can't see you anymore" does not literally mean I can't bare to see you anymore, or is that even an accurate translation? And then why if he is putting himself through hell, and I am in hell, why is there a hell at all? AAGGHHH! So stupid! The kicker...not a bad guy, just doing really really stupid crap. And the worst part, I can dislike the latest actions, but a big part of me just cannot dislike him. It would be so much easier if I could, but alas, I just cannot. Oh man, this is going to be a tough act to follow.
In the word of my oldest guy friend, "Boys are weird. What the hell?!"