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Dear everyone,
JESUS FUCK WHY ME?
A week or so ago, a dood came into my place of work, hummed and hawed and eventually asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. He seemed harmless, but this is apparently one of those times where I completely suck at character judgement, though I blame the fact that I was incredibly flattered that he found me attractive enough to ask me out based on that and that alone. Well. That and the two minutes of conversation we had where he learned my name, that I dont have a boyfriend, and that I like music.
It would have been ten times more flattering if he hadnt shown up to my work every single shift since then. He frequently sings, badly, and off tune, he calls me sweetheart and lollipop. He even asked for a goodbye kiss what the FUCK. Oh my god, why me!?
He's all bent out of shape because he said we could come to my house and watch a movie, and I said that I didnt let people come over to my place. "Well why not?" "Because I dont. Personal rule." "But what if we go out a few times and we want quality time together?" "No." "Well, you cant come to my house. I live in a half way house." "That isnt my fault." "We cant just hang out in public all the time." "Yes. Yes we can."
He seems to be under the impression that since I said yes to hanging out with him, I'd say yes to being his girlfriend. And how wrong is he. This dood is uncomfortably close to 30, in fact, I'm pretty sure he was born in '79 or '80, and just recently got out of jail. Yeah. Jail. I've got a convict trying to pick me up.
Some one save me? Take me away from here? Please?
JESUS FUCK WHY ME?
A week or so ago, a dood came into my place of work, hummed and hawed and eventually asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. He seemed harmless, but this is apparently one of those times where I completely suck at character judgement, though I blame the fact that I was incredibly flattered that he found me attractive enough to ask me out based on that and that alone. Well. That and the two minutes of conversation we had where he learned my name, that I dont have a boyfriend, and that I like music.
It would have been ten times more flattering if he hadnt shown up to my work every single shift since then. He frequently sings, badly, and off tune, he calls me sweetheart and lollipop. He even asked for a goodbye kiss what the FUCK. Oh my god, why me!?
He's all bent out of shape because he said we could come to my house and watch a movie, and I said that I didnt let people come over to my place. "Well why not?" "Because I dont. Personal rule." "But what if we go out a few times and we want quality time together?" "No." "Well, you cant come to my house. I live in a half way house." "That isnt my fault." "We cant just hang out in public all the time." "Yes. Yes we can."
He seems to be under the impression that since I said yes to hanging out with him, I'd say yes to being his girlfriend. And how wrong is he. This dood is uncomfortably close to 30, in fact, I'm pretty sure he was born in '79 or '80, and just recently got out of jail. Yeah. Jail. I've got a convict trying to pick me up.
Some one save me? Take me away from here? Please?