Guess who I met the other night? It`s weird because I don`t remember who`s friend she was, but meeting her was definitely a big fat buzz kill. The first name was Lotsa, and the last name was Drama. Geeeeeeeeez. I went drinking at a local pub during happy hour (big surprise eh?) and after knocking back a few, two of my girl classmates starting asking a flurry of questions that evolved into me meeting Lotsa. (Ms. Drama if you`re nasty)
I brought one of my classmates I met last week ( Let`s call her DQ ) to the bar and everything was fine. DQ is one of those girls who acts really friendly around certain people. I`m sure you all know the type: clinging on to people`s arms while walking, being extra touchy during conversations, blah blah blah. Some people might classify this as being overly flirty while others consider this as just being friendly. I consider her to be the latter. So, once we walk into the bar together, my other friends start whispering amongst one another. Yes... two girls and a guy. You can be sure if it was all guys, this would not be happening as it did. (sorry girls) So then later on as the night progressed and the restraints to hold back boiling Curiosity weaned, two of the girls started talking to DQ about me. They were asking her if we were dating, if she was interested in me, yadayadayada. I guess DQ was taken aback and finally admitted to liking me before pleading my two friends to not tell me because she didn`t want me to know yet. And all this time I know the topic is about me and that there is this big supposed secret. After I leave to go to the bar to get some more drinks, I come back and one of my friends is talking to DQ while the other friend approaches me.
The friend tells me that DQ likes me a lot and then asks me if I feel the same way. I answer the obvious.
I don`t know. I think she`s cute but I really don`t know her. We just met last week. Then the friend goes and starts talking to my other guy friend. The whispering continues for thirty minutes. (Thirty minutes too long in my opinion) So in the end, DQ has this really uncomfortable look on her face, and I don`t blame her because something that was supposed to be a secret ended up becoming common information. (Imagine having your private syphilis problem being hacky-sacked around the table. Ok, maybe it isn`t that extreme but it made DQ uncomfortable) So, I decide to end this all and told DQ we should go and have a talk outside. **** I can`t fit everything on this post, so I will continue this on the next post.****
