Picking Up Where We Left Off
When we left off I was
in pursuit of a guy I spent a total of 74 seconds with in a bookstore. Looking back I see that
it’s easier to make a perfect man out of 74 seconds than out of months of
interaction. I attempted to turn this brief affair into something much lengthier
and intimate by stalking the bookstore in which we met. The only result was me proving to being a total creep show.
Story. Of. My. Life.
Fall kicked up and
with it brought more guys with even interesting interactions and today we will
focus on The Poly.
Ahh the mysterious Poly.
The weeks following
The Poly's and my jaunt around the church were wrought with oddities of all
kinds. And for once the oddities had nothing to do with me. Instead I started
receiving random grammatically incorrect FB messages from him during and after church.
Trying to suppress the inner English Major, I decided to cut the kid some
slack. But the messages continued and he was nowhere to be found. Below is
a brief excerpt from one of our conversations:
The Poly: “wyd"
The Poly: “?”
I was baffled. Was
this code? Could it possible mean "what are you doing" and the “are” was implied?
Me:
Him: “cum over with movies.”
Now I know what you’re
thinking, wow this really attractive guy wants to spend time with you. And this
is what I was thinking, “I am not going over to some strangers apartment to “watch
movies,” I choose life.”
And I get it, I over-reacted, but I really felt weird about the whole thing. The following Sunday I finally saw him in person. And by “saw” I mean I was talking to someone and he came up,
elbowed me in the back, said hi, and then left. It’s strange, but whatever.
Our bizarre saga
continues, but I’m waiting for something more eventful than a bruised back to
update you on.
-The Bluestocking
P.S. More updates to come!
1 comments:
That is weird.
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