Oy!
Went to karaoke to get some practice before my audition tomorrow. 1) when practicing to sing a broadway style tune - Country and pop is BAD - I'm a mezzo, I slipped down to an alto two and couldn't get out of there. AHHHH *owww*
Sat with friends. Got a really nice compliment from OS. He said I looked like a french violinist. I was like WOW thanks! Now that's a compliment I'll respond to.
So, he's not the creepy guy.
So...
At the end of the night, I'm throwing away the remains of my dinner and this dude, who I thought was creepy guy 1 all night and then realized his tattoos were different, comes up to me and says:
CG2: You're really cute.
Me: Thanks. *smile*
Introductions ensue. Then...
CG2: You're really pretty.
His sister joins in (she's an intricate part of the conversations) - Sister = S.
S: She is gorgeous. Doesn't she remind you of Lucille?
CG2: Yea, kind of in the face.
S: And Lucille used to dress like that too. And talk like this. Always very polite. Lucille was a good girl. Too bad she died so young.
Me: Well thank you. (I think)
CG2: So.. you're pretty... I mean... Sorry... you... see I'm an idiot. I just... I"m a idiot. (imagine southern hillbilly accent)
Me: It's okay. *smile*
CG2: I just can't talk to ladies. I'm so shy.
Me: It's okay. *looking for exit*
CG2: I've been looking at you since you came in.
Me: Oh? (really? I didn't notice you gawking)
CG2: I saw you looking at me
Now, as I said earlier that was because I thought he was Creepy Guy 1
Me: Yea.
CG2: Do you think I'm a good looking guy?
Me: You're okay.
CG2: *smiles* So, you're good looking and I'm good looking. We should get together. Can I have you're number?
THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I'VE HEARD THIS LOGIC!!! WHERE DOES IT COME FROM!!!???!!!
Me: No.
CG2: Why?
Me: I dont' give my number out on the first meeting.
S: He's a good boy. You should give him your number.
Me: No.
S: Why?
Me: Too many bad experiences.
S: Smart girl.
CG2: Do you want kids?
Me: No.
CG2: Are you sure you don't want kids?
Me: Yes.
CG2: You're lying. You want kids.
Me: No.
CG2: Really? Okay, well how far from now do you want kids?
Me: Never.
CG2: Really? That's great. But, why don't you want kids?
Me: Don't like them.
CG2: Well I have 2 kids and I don't want anymore.
Me: Ok.
CG2: Come on, you want kids.
Me: No
(Conversation continues for 5 more minutes)
End of the night comes.
CG2: Let me walk you out.
Me: Okay
(There are a bunch of people leaving at that time so we walk out in a crowd)
Outside:
CG2: Are you jewish?
Me: No.
CG2: You're jewish, ain't ya?
Me: No.
CG2: Oh, don't lie to me. You're Jewish.
Me: No.
CG2: You sure?
Me: Yea, I'm sure. (cuz ya know, you not know)
CG2: Nah, You're Jewish.
Me: No, I'm not.
(Repeat entire jewish conversation twice)
CG2: Well then what are you? If you're really not Jewish?
Me: *pause as my brain is screaming: DON"T SAY PAGAN!*
CG2: See, you're Jewish.
Me: No, I"m not.
CG2: Then what are ya?
Me: Agnostic
CG2: That's not even a word. Now come on. If you're not Jewish what religion are ya?
Me: (thinking: oh now I'm screwed) Let's just say I"m not Jewish.
CG2: Ok. He belches - uncovered. Then puts his hand on my shoulder and laughs.
I'm like 'get off'. And I do shake his hand off me.
S: Hey, I know a lot about the government. I"ve been researching it for 3 years and I could tell you things that would make your skin crawl.
Me: There is a lot they don't tell us.
S: What do you think of Bush.
Me: He's okay. Less of the two evils
S: I voted Kerry.
Me: I voted Nadar.
S: Oh... well if you ever want to know about Bush, you and me we gotta talk. Can I have your phone number?
Me: No.
S: I'm not giving it to him. I really want to know. I want to talk to you. I like you.
Me: No.
S: Don't you have a business card on you?
Me: No. Well I have to go. I have work in the morning.
CG2: What do you do?
Me: HR
CG2: REALLY? (okay, at least he knew what HR was, in comparison to CG1)
Me: Yea
(we exchange what he does, what I do, and no I can't get his sister a full time job)
S: I hate working part time. My brother and me, we're hard workers.
Me: I'm sure you are.
S: I'm working PT at McDonalds and I hate it, but it's better than not working.
Me: Yes it is.
S: My brother has a gift god gave him. He's a roofer and does floors and all types of things. He has his own business and is really good at it.
CG2: I make about 100K a year.
Me: Good for you.
S: We're hard workers, and we've been workign hard all our lives. It's how we were raised. Hey, do you remember hussling when we was kids?
CG2: *looking slightly embarassed* Yea
S: I mean we were always doing it right, and everything was legal, but we did what we had to to make money. Nothing dishonest.
Me: I understand you have to do what you have to do. And I have to go.
I start to leave, but get stopped by OS and P. P is another karaoke friend. Damn. Now the 5 of us are in a conversation.
CG2: Are you Catholic?
Me: No.
CG2: And you have long hair? You must be Catholic.
Me: No.
CG2: You go to church?
Me: No.
CG2: Oh. You know you come across as a snob.
Me: Okay
CG2: You look like one too.
Me: Okay.
CG2: I mean you're a real nice girl and all,b ut you come across snobby.
Me: Good.
CG2: You know i don't care about money. If that's important to you I dont' play those games and you can just go.
Me: Sounds good. Money is very important to me, and this means we're not a good match. So you can stop trying to get my number, because you're not going to get it.
CG2: Well that's not what I meant. I can support you.
Me: I don't care. Looks are everything in my profession, and I have spent a LOT of money to acheive this look. All that's important to me is thriving in my current field and I will do what it takes to do that.
S: She's an independant woman. She doesn't need a guy. She can take care of her own.
Me: She's right.
CG2: (looking depressed) Oh.
OS has figured out the problem, and is trying to get them to go so I can go home. They start talking business. And finally FINALLY, OS gets the chance to walk me to my car
S: *running after us yelling* ARE YOU A LAWYER? I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU"RE A LAWYER!!!
OS asked me out to dinner. I gave him a hug, no kiss, and I told him 'we'll see'. I doubt it. But, he's a nice guy, so we'll see.
Sat with friends. Got a really nice compliment from OS. He said I looked like a french violinist. I was like WOW thanks! Now that's a compliment I'll respond to.
So, he's not the creepy guy.
So...
At the end of the night, I'm throwing away the remains of my dinner and this dude, who I thought was creepy guy 1 all night and then realized his tattoos were different, comes up to me and says:
CG2: You're really cute.
Me: Thanks. *smile*
Introductions ensue. Then...
CG2: You're really pretty.
His sister joins in (she's an intricate part of the conversations) - Sister = S.
S: She is gorgeous. Doesn't she remind you of Lucille?
CG2: Yea, kind of in the face.
S: And Lucille used to dress like that too. And talk like this. Always very polite. Lucille was a good girl. Too bad she died so young.
Me: Well thank you. (I think)
CG2: So.. you're pretty... I mean... Sorry... you... see I'm an idiot. I just... I"m a idiot. (imagine southern hillbilly accent)
Me: It's okay. *smile*
CG2: I just can't talk to ladies. I'm so shy.
Me: It's okay. *looking for exit*
CG2: I've been looking at you since you came in.
Me: Oh? (really? I didn't notice you gawking)
CG2: I saw you looking at me
Now, as I said earlier that was because I thought he was Creepy Guy 1
Me: Yea.
CG2: Do you think I'm a good looking guy?
Me: You're okay.
CG2: *smiles* So, you're good looking and I'm good looking. We should get together. Can I have you're number?
THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I'VE HEARD THIS LOGIC!!! WHERE DOES IT COME FROM!!!???!!!
Me: No.
CG2: Why?
Me: I dont' give my number out on the first meeting.
S: He's a good boy. You should give him your number.
Me: No.
S: Why?
Me: Too many bad experiences.
S: Smart girl.
CG2: Do you want kids?
Me: No.
CG2: Are you sure you don't want kids?
Me: Yes.
CG2: You're lying. You want kids.
Me: No.
CG2: Really? Okay, well how far from now do you want kids?
Me: Never.
CG2: Really? That's great. But, why don't you want kids?
Me: Don't like them.
CG2: Well I have 2 kids and I don't want anymore.
Me: Ok.
CG2: Come on, you want kids.
Me: No
(Conversation continues for 5 more minutes)
End of the night comes.
CG2: Let me walk you out.
Me: Okay
(There are a bunch of people leaving at that time so we walk out in a crowd)
Outside:
CG2: Are you jewish?
Me: No.
CG2: You're jewish, ain't ya?
Me: No.
CG2: Oh, don't lie to me. You're Jewish.
Me: No.
CG2: You sure?
Me: Yea, I'm sure. (cuz ya know, you not know)
CG2: Nah, You're Jewish.
Me: No, I'm not.
(Repeat entire jewish conversation twice)
CG2: Well then what are you? If you're really not Jewish?
Me: *pause as my brain is screaming: DON"T SAY PAGAN!*
CG2: See, you're Jewish.
Me: No, I"m not.
CG2: Then what are ya?
Me: Agnostic
CG2: That's not even a word. Now come on. If you're not Jewish what religion are ya?
Me: (thinking: oh now I'm screwed) Let's just say I"m not Jewish.
CG2: Ok. He belches - uncovered. Then puts his hand on my shoulder and laughs.
I'm like 'get off'. And I do shake his hand off me.
S: Hey, I know a lot about the government. I"ve been researching it for 3 years and I could tell you things that would make your skin crawl.
Me: There is a lot they don't tell us.
S: What do you think of Bush.
Me: He's okay. Less of the two evils
S: I voted Kerry.
Me: I voted Nadar.
S: Oh... well if you ever want to know about Bush, you and me we gotta talk. Can I have your phone number?
Me: No.
S: I'm not giving it to him. I really want to know. I want to talk to you. I like you.
Me: No.
S: Don't you have a business card on you?
Me: No. Well I have to go. I have work in the morning.
CG2: What do you do?
Me: HR
CG2: REALLY? (okay, at least he knew what HR was, in comparison to CG1)
Me: Yea
(we exchange what he does, what I do, and no I can't get his sister a full time job)
S: I hate working part time. My brother and me, we're hard workers.
Me: I'm sure you are.
S: I'm working PT at McDonalds and I hate it, but it's better than not working.
Me: Yes it is.
S: My brother has a gift god gave him. He's a roofer and does floors and all types of things. He has his own business and is really good at it.
CG2: I make about 100K a year.
Me: Good for you.
S: We're hard workers, and we've been workign hard all our lives. It's how we were raised. Hey, do you remember hussling when we was kids?
CG2: *looking slightly embarassed* Yea
S: I mean we were always doing it right, and everything was legal, but we did what we had to to make money. Nothing dishonest.
Me: I understand you have to do what you have to do. And I have to go.
I start to leave, but get stopped by OS and P. P is another karaoke friend. Damn. Now the 5 of us are in a conversation.
CG2: Are you Catholic?
Me: No.
CG2: And you have long hair? You must be Catholic.
Me: No.
CG2: You go to church?
Me: No.
CG2: Oh. You know you come across as a snob.
Me: Okay
CG2: You look like one too.
Me: Okay.
CG2: I mean you're a real nice girl and all,b ut you come across snobby.
Me: Good.
CG2: You know i don't care about money. If that's important to you I dont' play those games and you can just go.
Me: Sounds good. Money is very important to me, and this means we're not a good match. So you can stop trying to get my number, because you're not going to get it.
CG2: Well that's not what I meant. I can support you.
Me: I don't care. Looks are everything in my profession, and I have spent a LOT of money to acheive this look. All that's important to me is thriving in my current field and I will do what it takes to do that.
S: She's an independant woman. She doesn't need a guy. She can take care of her own.
Me: She's right.
CG2: (looking depressed) Oh.
OS has figured out the problem, and is trying to get them to go so I can go home. They start talking business. And finally FINALLY, OS gets the chance to walk me to my car
S: *running after us yelling* ARE YOU A LAWYER? I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU"RE A LAWYER!!!
OS asked me out to dinner. I gave him a hug, no kiss, and I told him 'we'll see'. I doubt it. But, he's a nice guy, so we'll see.
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