I used to go out with a boy named, Greg. Although, I was never really sure that what we went on could qualify as dates. Greg had the ability to be kind, caring, and a gentlemen but lacks the motivation. In fact, he had stood me up not once, but twice only to text message me in the middle of the night asking how my day was. Bitter? Somewhat, but a girl's gotta move on!
So one week he calls me up and says he wants to take me to a movie. Now the logical angel on my shoulder says, "He's a jerk. Why should you waste your time? He's obviously playing you and is playing the game hard. Don't go, you deserve much better." But the devil spoke so sweetly in my ear "Take the ticket...you deserve it. It doesn't mean it has to be a date. Get in free, watch the movie, leave and mooove on." So, I agreed. My self worth hadn't changed and as far as I was concerned I would get to see a movie I had been wanting to see for weeks. So it's the Friday I'm supposed to see the move and my roommate's friends are throwing a BBQ and jazz music fest in their back yard. I was invited to tag along and so I did. We were going to play our guitars for everybody so before we left we stopped off at the Music and Arts store for some supplies. Then when it got to be around 7:45pm we left and picked up some beer at the grocery store to enjoy at the party. I had bought a 40 of Miller High Life and thought I could finish it in time for the movie, which started at 9:20. The trouble was that I didn't take my car and didn't feel like making my roommate leave the party so soon.
Ladies- Any guy that's interested in dating you and is worth your time would pick you up even if it's out of his way.
Greg, on the other hand, is a different beast. When I called to ask him if he could pick me up from a house ten minutes away from his and just a little bit out of his way, he whined and complained and said "So you ditched me for a party?" Hi-LARIOUS seeing as he had done the same to me just a week prior. I said "Well, I can't get out of here unless you pick me up." He finally agreed, but I was very pissed off and feeling a tad vengeful. With the 40 in my hand that would normally last me about 2 hours had I been drinking leisurely...I drank it in 30 or 40 minutes. My friends know that I'm a complete light weight and a 40 oz. is close to about...3 beers. I was a tad bit hammered. So, when he pulled up and I got into his car he said "Jesus, Cameron you reek of beer!" I turned to him and smiled my drunken smile and said "And pretty soon your car will too, hunny." A little disgusted but still willing to subject himself to my drunken wrath, he drove us to the movie theatre.
Now Greg decides to do things right for a change and when I began to search my purse for my credit card to pay for my ticket he offers to pay my way. I look him, up and down and said, "It's okay...I've got it." But he insisted which is about the time I shrugged my shoulders and sang to myself (inside my head), "I'm drunk and I hate you and you're buying my ticket." There was a dance that went along with it but seeing as this is typed, anonymous and it's hard to remember...you're going to have to imagine what it would be like for yourselves.
The movie marked the end of the night for me, as I didn't want to waste any more time...and I was ready to go to sleep. All in all it was a top night which ended up being a hilarious story to share with my wonderful friends.
Disclaimer: I do not suggest that any women follow in my behavior as it could result in unhealthy decisions and being vengeful is not always the way to go.
Date well!
Cameron
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