Sunday, March 15, 2009
My Life is an Episode of Seinfeld
Last weekend I got tricked into a date. Yes, tricked. It started out as a study session (which I actually really needed) but within ten minutes this ya-hoo was offering to give me the answers so we could “go do something fun”.
Seven and a half hours later, after receiving many compliments at awkward times (no need to give details here) I got dropped off feeling completely looked over.
The following Monday in grammar I pulled the “wave, smile, and run out the door” tactic and seemed to avoid him while still appearing cordial. Wednesday I rejected an offer to “study”. After class on Friday I had to ask the teacher a question. Stupid. He trapped me. I told him I already had plans for the weekend but that we could maybe study next week. He walked out the door and said, “See you later, April!” I decided he was talking to someone else. I got a voicemail later that day asking for “reservations for next weekend”.
I saw our friend Saturday night. When I walked past him he said, “Hey what’s up April?”
I literally just stared at him with a blank face for a few awkward seconds and asked him to repeat what he had just said, just to give him the benefit of the doubt. Nope. He most definitely thinks my name is April. He spent seven and a half hours with me and asked me on a second date…and doesn’t know my name.
It reminded me of that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry can’t remember his girlfriend’s name. She dumped him.
Needless to say…no second date with April. Or Ande.