Well, I'm glad I could get one last strike out in before I head back home. Behold the wonder that is yet another in the list of complete failures when dealing with the opposite sex.
If I wanted to have dinner in akward silence, I'd go out to eat by myself. I don't need to drop an extra 30 bucks for a meal that I don't get to eat. However, the high-point of the dinner conversation was when she asked about my tattoos and it got to my Superman shield which always leads to the nerd line of quetioning. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so starved for human interaction that I took the rhetorical "oh, so you like comics?" and used it as a segway to discuss why Wolverine can't cut through Captain America's shield (I didn't actually get to that point, but shit, I may as well have). So, after our nice time-out of a dinner we went to see a movie. She likes Adam Sandler movies, and I was still trying to impress her for some reason, so we went to The Longest Yard. The movie is funny, and well worth the matinee, but shit, I feel as bad about buying 3 tickets to see this as I did when I got yanked into paying for 3 ticktes to see Freddy vs. Jason. Dropped her off, said goodnight and that was that... or so I thought. (also, as Alyk pointed out, this date was highly reminiscent of the part in Better Off Dead where John Cusack gets set up on the date and she just asks for the 30 bucks instead)
Before I continue, a little back story. Dear Janet set this night up. The girl I went out with is the daughter of one of her "friends" who doesn't know many people and needed someone to show her a night out. Janet, in all her infinite wisdom, decided that I need social interaction and volunteered me. So it was a date/tour. Funny thing about that is 1) I haven't had more than 4 dollars of spending money to my name, so how the fuck should I know what there is to do in a town designed to cater to the needs of the spoiled rich and 2) despite being completely socially inept, I really do prefer to get my (if you can even call them) dates on my own and really wish Janet minded her own fucking business (which is funny because Janet's business is all about fucking... I kill me).
Well, I get home and am now just being informed that tomorrow (later tonight) I have to go out to dinner with her, her dad and my mom. I'm thinking I would rather have oral surgery than deal with the akward conversation of my mom who makes up stories about me and my brother to make her look good or the fact that I ran out of things to say to this girl after my speech on the different types of Kryptonite. It's times like these that I wish life was like gym class where I could just fake an injury and just sit on the bleachers.
Fun facts I learned tonight...
- Despite any jokes I may make, I'm not a racist.
- My mom, however, is the weirdest racist ever. She set's me up on a date with a girl from Trinidad but says if I ever brought home a Puerto Rican girl, she'd kill me.
- Burt Reynolds kicks major ass for a 70 year old. I should have noticed that last night, but I was busy taking a leak during the 4 minutes of movie that he was playing football.
Where's my hot French exchange student?
If I wanted to have dinner in akward silence, I'd go out to eat by myself. I don't need to drop an extra 30 bucks for a meal that I don't get to eat. However, the high-point of the dinner conversation was when she asked about my tattoos and it got to my Superman shield which always leads to the nerd line of quetioning. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so starved for human interaction that I took the rhetorical "oh, so you like comics?" and used it as a segway to discuss why Wolverine can't cut through Captain America's shield (I didn't actually get to that point, but shit, I may as well have). So, after our nice time-out of a dinner we went to see a movie. She likes Adam Sandler movies, and I was still trying to impress her for some reason, so we went to The Longest Yard. The movie is funny, and well worth the matinee, but shit, I feel as bad about buying 3 tickets to see this as I did when I got yanked into paying for 3 ticktes to see Freddy vs. Jason. Dropped her off, said goodnight and that was that... or so I thought. (also, as Alyk pointed out, this date was highly reminiscent of the part in Better Off Dead where John Cusack gets set up on the date and she just asks for the 30 bucks instead)
Before I continue, a little back story. Dear Janet set this night up. The girl I went out with is the daughter of one of her "friends" who doesn't know many people and needed someone to show her a night out. Janet, in all her infinite wisdom, decided that I need social interaction and volunteered me. So it was a date/tour. Funny thing about that is 1) I haven't had more than 4 dollars of spending money to my name, so how the fuck should I know what there is to do in a town designed to cater to the needs of the spoiled rich and 2) despite being completely socially inept, I really do prefer to get my (if you can even call them) dates on my own and really wish Janet minded her own fucking business (which is funny because Janet's business is all about fucking... I kill me).
Well, I get home and am now just being informed that tomorrow (later tonight) I have to go out to dinner with her, her dad and my mom. I'm thinking I would rather have oral surgery than deal with the akward conversation of my mom who makes up stories about me and my brother to make her look good or the fact that I ran out of things to say to this girl after my speech on the different types of Kryptonite. It's times like these that I wish life was like gym class where I could just fake an injury and just sit on the bleachers.
Fun facts I learned tonight...
- Despite any jokes I may make, I'm not a racist.
- My mom, however, is the weirdest racist ever. She set's me up on a date with a girl from Trinidad but says if I ever brought home a Puerto Rican girl, she'd kill me.
- Burt Reynolds kicks major ass for a 70 year old. I should have noticed that last night, but I was busy taking a leak during the 4 minutes of movie that he was playing football.
Where's my hot French exchange student?
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lokischild:
ha! i love nerdy boys, they're great!
lokischild:
i know how you feel, being a nerd myself....people usually look at me funny when i reveal my nerdiness....