D: I lose, so very hardcore
Jan. 13th, 2006 08:38 pmI - am an idiot.
A grade A, world-fucking-class moron.
So,
nekokoban and I are coming home from the ADP showing, and the 44 takes forever to show up (literally, like half an hour! It was a full fifteen minutes late!). We're talking about the new video game she's gonna start tomorrow, and this guy comes up to ask if we're waiting for the 44, too. We all chat, he's very nice, he's very cute and when Terra mentions the cat, he shows us a picture of his cat, Nala, on his cellphone. (Yes, he has a picture of his cat on his cellphone. Is that not adorable?)
He's totally flirting - I'm not sure with which of us, but there is a definite flirting-vibe. We're chatting, we're telling stories, he gets very awkward when telling one story and puts a definite emphasis on the "ex" part of "my ex-girlfriend"... And then it's time for us to get off. And my stupid fucking brain does not inform me "Okay, twit, now is the time to ask him for his FREAKING PHONE NUMBER." No, no no - like a fool, I shake his hand, tell him how nice it was to meet him.... and get OFF THE FUCKING BUS. ^$#@^@#^$$@$@#%#$^%$^%@#%@#$#@
WHY??? Why do I have to be such a fucking social moron??!
For the first... like... minute, this was funny. Then I started realizing exactly how fucking pathetic it was that I couldn't even realize to ask for his number, and now it's just plain sad. Especially when Erin pointed out that he totally mentioned that he was meeting friends at a bar in Fremont as an attempt to invite us along. ARGH! D: D: D:
My brain: "Gee, I wish he'd ask for my number!" SO FUCKING ASK HIM FOR HIS, YOU IDIOT!!!
....I'm drinking wine. And I think Erin and I are gonna watch A Knight's Tale. But I am soooooooooooooooooooooo pissed off at myself right now.
So cute! So. Very. Cute! And he was flirting with us! But you know what? He's from fucking BELLEVUE! So the likelihood of seeing him again? FUCKING NIL!!! But my brain? Has to go into some kind of stupid fucking "cute guy flirting with me, brain goes DIE" thing where I can't realize that this is the fucking 21st century and I am expected to get off my fucking ass and make a move on occasion!!!!!
A grade A, world-fucking-class moron.
So,
He's totally flirting - I'm not sure with which of us, but there is a definite flirting-vibe. We're chatting, we're telling stories, he gets very awkward when telling one story and puts a definite emphasis on the "ex" part of "my ex-girlfriend"... And then it's time for us to get off. And my stupid fucking brain does not inform me "Okay, twit, now is the time to ask him for his FREAKING PHONE NUMBER." No, no no - like a fool, I shake his hand, tell him how nice it was to meet him.... and get OFF THE FUCKING BUS. ^$#@^@#^$$@$@#%#$^%$^%@#%@#$#@
WHY??? Why do I have to be such a fucking social moron??!
For the first... like... minute, this was funny. Then I started realizing exactly how fucking pathetic it was that I couldn't even realize to ask for his number, and now it's just plain sad. Especially when Erin pointed out that he totally mentioned that he was meeting friends at a bar in Fremont as an attempt to invite us along. ARGH! D: D: D:
My brain: "Gee, I wish he'd ask for my number!" SO FUCKING ASK HIM FOR HIS, YOU IDIOT!!!
....I'm drinking wine. And I think Erin and I are gonna watch A Knight's Tale. But I am soooooooooooooooooooooo pissed off at myself right now.
So cute! So. Very. Cute! And he was flirting with us! But you know what? He's from fucking BELLEVUE! So the likelihood of seeing him again? FUCKING NIL!!! But my brain? Has to go into some kind of stupid fucking "cute guy flirting with me, brain goes DIE" thing where I can't realize that this is the fucking 21st century and I am expected to get off my fucking ass and make a move on occasion!!!!!
Off subject, but...
Date: 2006-01-14 05:06 am (UTC)Re: Off subject, but...
Date: 2006-01-14 05:09 am (UTC)Re: Off subject, but...
Date: 2006-01-14 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-14 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-14 07:11 am (UTC)On Topic
Date: 2006-01-14 05:29 am (UTC)I have a tendency to wait for the guy to make the first move, too. Maybe it's the age of liberated women, but I still like it when they ask. (Though I should include that I did ask Mike out, though at the same time, he asked me out FIRST. I just never got the email.)
Maybe you'll see him again :D Maybe it wasn't meant to be, and that's why you didn't ask.
Don't beat yourself up too much about something you can't change. Just be ready to take the initiative next time :D Or not, if you are like me. LoL
Re: On Topic
Date: 2006-01-14 07:13 am (UTC)At the very least, I've learned a lesson. Ask, or you might regret it later.
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Date: 2006-01-14 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-14 07:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-14 06:51 am (UTC)It's a bummer, but don't be too hard on yourself. We all kick ourselves for mismanaging our love lives, and chances are, you didn't just screw things up forever with your one and only soul mate. There'll be more cute, sweet ones (that aren't Simon), and this time, you'll be ready to program your cell phone at the first sign of flirtation.
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Date: 2006-01-14 07:16 am (UTC)Heh - yeah, it's a good lesson to learn. Maybe just the kick in the pants that I need to be ready next time. Either way... way past my bed-time, right now. Hopefully I'll get a second chance, with him or someone fate's decided is better for me.
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Date: 2006-01-14 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-14 04:55 pm (UTC)I do prefer to be asked first, but hey - beggars can't be choosers, and there's something to be said for being the one doing the choosing, right? ;)
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Date: 2006-01-14 10:52 am (UTC)"We were waiting for the 44, you showed me your cat on your cell phone. Wish I had that cell's number. Meet me at a bar in Freemont?"
There. Easy as pie. :)
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Date: 2006-01-14 04:53 pm (UTC)