…much to my own detriment, I forgot this rule. More than a year ago, I met this guy and I was pretty sure I hated him. My DCD-senses were tingling something fierce, but I figured worst case scenario he would be good blogging material. He was.
The only reason I even entertained his foolishness last year is because I was going through a “low” period, and he smelled blood in the water. Quickly having come to my senses, I have spent a solid year ignoring him. However, you know life comes in waves and the past few weeks have been crashing against the rocks. In a moment of weakness, I didn’t ignore him…stupid girl. The convo went something like this:
Snarky shark: Can I take you out this week?
Fanfrickingtastic: Sure, let me check my schedule at work tomorrow.
Snarky shark: So are you single or am I just buying you drinks to buy you drinks?
Fanfrickingtastic: F*ck you.
Snarky shark: Be careful or you won’t get invited on the boat. (fft sidenote: like I care) You should call in sick and come out on the boat (like I don’t have actual work to do).
Snarky shark: You going to bring a bathing suit or just let the girls hang out? (vomit)
Snarky shark: So what are you wearing?
End of convo.
How old am I? 15??? Are we in a yahoo chat room? Who does this shit work on? Seriously, this is my own damn fault. I am embarrassed that I even allowed the conversation to get that far.
I’m going to take a shower to get this feeling of ick off me.