ha fucking ha
You’re going to love this. So, the guy we fondly referred to as “Hot Asian Rocker Dude” suddenly makes a lot more sense. At first, I was calling him a lot. Then we were hanging out, and nothing was happening. Then I started to decide that I was going to give up on him, since he was too much work. Of course, this is when he started calling me a lot. I met his friends on several occasions, got along with them all - especially this girl named Morgan - really well. I love his band. This is only sort of relevant to the following.
Between the time when we first met and this evening, his “friend” Morgan has become his “girlfriend” Morgan. I called him tonight to see if he wanted to go for drinks with Sraerob and I, but he wasn’t home. Apparently, Morgan and his roommate Rhett were just sitting around wondering how to get a hold of me, so that they could invite me to his surprise party on Friday. Morgan and I have alwyas gotten along great, and we had a nice little conversation, and then I hung up the phone and my brain said “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED HERE?”
I’ll probably go and say happy birthday, because what I’ve been telling people about him recently is that he’s a nice guy and we had fun hanging out. We could easily become friends, but of course a new “friend” isn’t actually what I was looking for. It should also be mentioned, of course, that he called me several times after the two of them got together. I am so baffled by all of this.
I kind of feel like this could only happen to me.
No, darling, not just to you. Try a guy eyeing you, asking you out for a drink in a bar, and then after you get dressed, show up and have been talking for almost an hour, he casually brings up his fiance, whom he lives with.
Wow, we must be pretty one-minded, huh? We don’t need any more friends, folks (and I can’t speak for any of the other ladies here, but personally — I need to get laid.)
-casie
Yup, that’s it. The world as we know it is officially over. Yeah, pack it in folks, everything you thought you knew. Wrong, all of it. Just fucking go home, it’s over.
Casie, I can not tell you how motherfucking happy I am that those words just came out of your mouth onto my blog. I am on the phone withi Ernie right now, and the moment I read your comment I started squealing in his ear.
I do not, in fact, need more friends. (I apparently have 110 already. )
Since I hate to see people go deprived of the chance to claim to be freesia’s friend I will vacate my post and run for higher office.
There is no higher post than being Alicia’s friend, yo. Trust me on this one.
Hey girly.
I tried calling you back last night, but when I started talking, some obnoxious woman told me to start my fax machine NOW and then she started sqealing in my ear.
I guess fax lady was reading these comments too.
Anyway, I was out wandering the mean streets of the rebar in full drag, being followed by a film crew. Go figure.
That’s my boy.
Ha! I thought this sort of thing only happened to me!
I wouldn’t say, “get used to it”, because A.) who in their right mind would WANT to? and B.) IME at least, it sort of runs in streaks, so it shouldn’t be a permanent condition. However, I share your sense of frustration — why can’t people just get this crucial bit of information off their chests right at the top?
And Casie, guys who do what you describe are just plain schmucks AFAIC. I mean, geez! There are quite enough of us single, unattached males out here in the world looking for Ms. Right, that we don’t need jerks who already HAVE a great gal (although maybe gal — if they knew about Mr. Jerk’s activities might want to re-evaluate their relationship) running around hitting on single women. It just makes all guys look bad, and probably does as much as anything to perpetuate the “let’s just be friends” attitude guys like me get from women in general.
/Rant Mode — OFF
boys are dumb. what else is there to say? (of course, no offense is meant to the friends of freesia who are actually good, decent guys.)
Nena thinks you should try and date Morgan.
Heh. Um, I think she’s taken. But tell Nena I appreciate the thought!
She IS a fox, this girl. The boy’s got some good taste.
Stay away from “Morgan!” “Morgan” is a surname. Stay away from “Cody!” “Cody” is a town in Wyoming.
Stay away from “Brittany.” “Brittany” is a province of France, or as we now like to call it, “Freedomville.”
And as far as your rock star…He probably thinks you are incredibly HOT (which you are) but is too skittish to do anything about it. The familiar is safe. Morgan is familiar. Challenge him to pursue the dangerous (which you also are). Then bite his neck. Dudes like that.
I am so glad you sort of live at my house now.
As for the neck biting, I’m into that. I also intend someday to pursue the “Sonya Walker Method”, which includes biting their thigh and pushing them into traffic.
As for the rock star himself, I’m not so much into the lack of honesty. Aside from maybe being pals someday, I’m giving up on him. I’m not going to waste my precious thigh-biting time on someone who dates his old friends and yet lists himself as “single” on his website. That’s just not cool.
Ah yes, my method is almost guaranteed to get you love, or kicked in the face. One or the other.
In other news, sounds like rocker is wanting to have his cake and any other cake that might be available. While this is a tempting prospect, it shows a certain waffle-esity that you’d probably better avoid. Lets go out and get drunk and go with the ‘Dietz Method’, as expressed to us out on the patio.
“Hey, you. Yeah, you. Can I sit here? (bat eyes)”
When I think back to my bar prowling days…
Right, so Sonya’s technique sounds brilliant, talking to some guy at a bar is a great way to meet a new “not friend.” Guys are stupid, if a woman comes up to us and says anything, we think we’re at the 40…and…about… tooooooo, OH TACKLED just as he was ABOUT TO SCORE.
I’m also with Sonya that this d00der was trying to have his cake while keeping another cake in the oven so when this cake goes stale he can dive in and have more cake that’s OVEN FRESH, yo.
I’ve committed his crime on a number of occasions. But none of those women were interested in more than a string of random hookups. Which begs the question, at what point do random hookups cease to be random?
But I digress.
Aah, the Dietz method. Thanks for the reminder, Sjet! Frankly, I was so drunk while we were having that conversation that I didn’t actually remember it until just now when you brought it up.
I’m trying that one next time. And then, if he says yes, I’m GOING FOR THE THIGH.
P.S. To Ernie - they cease to be random when you become able to discern the pattern connecting them.
Ditto on the notjustyou.
Wow. I just said ditto in print.
Fucking shoot me now.
Although, I seem to have a thing with a girl, and although I haven’t pushed the issue much, we so haven’t defined any of our terms. And I actually turned away a girl I didn’t really know but was very forward about being at least somewhat into me, because of this thing that wasn’t even quite thingy at the time. So I don’t know what my point was, but I wish it’d been blunt. Righto. I’m off.
Observations:
1. You are punkrock cool.
2. Men suck (and women are catty). There’s no way to win. Fuck ‘em all. Literally or figuratively, it’s your choice. ;)
3. I just noticed this, is Hot Asian Rocker Dude intended to be initialed HARD?
4. At what point does “let’s sleep together a few times” default into “we’re seeing each other”? Just curious.
A) of all, who are you?
B) of all, here is what I think about your questions.
The initials weren’t originally intentional, but once I realized what I was spelling I purposely kept them. Also, that all depends on what the people involved want. As much as a lot of people don’t like having discussions about “emotions” or whatever, that’s the only way to really figure that out. At least, that’s what I think.
Oops. It’s Sarah. I swear I typed my name in the first time. But I’m also loopy on cold meds, so who knows.
No babe, it could happen to anyone. It just has a much higher chance of happening to you. That’s all.