The Runner
I went to this rockin party last night. The host was this guy who has recently joined our group and his house is a super mansion! Lucky – because 150+ folks showed up to what started as a wee get together. I went over Hunters place in the late afternoon, expecting just 15-20 of us for a backyard barbie. I dressed casually, wearing brown tailored shorts, a cream camisole, green beads and pink flip flops. I was pretty dissatisfied with my outfit – I know the male species don’t tend to understand these things, but it was like I was wearing a bad hair day. I left my house feeling crap.
By 9:30pm, Hunters gargantuan mansion was getting cosy. The barbie that lured us to Hunters place in fact did not happen so the girls and I were discussing getting dinner and eating by the foreshore. As we were in dinner talks, I saw Jeremy. I met him a month ago at another party and pardon the dreadful cliché, but we got on like a house on fire. Great sense of humour. Attentive. Friendly. Cute. Brown floppy hair. Stylish. But after we met, I was baffled why he didn’t ask for my number and decided to write him off into the “He’s just not that into you” category.
So there was Jeremy standing 30 metres away on the opposite side of Hunters lounge. Despite the distance, he saw me and we made eye contact. I turned away doing the whole disinterested thing, but at the corner of my eye I see Jeremy running (yes, literally RUNNING) through Hunters lounge room, occasionally politely shoving people over to get to me!
Jeremy and I do the kiss greeting and whilst we’re talking he twirls my necklace beads with his fingers and says to me “You look really nice tonight”. Aww… But I can’t help but go into my spiel about how I’m unhappy with my outfit and he’s actually listening to my rambling shit, not only looking me straight in the eyes but making remarks about my pointless blah and I’m thinking “Wow he must really like me”.
Before my girl friends steal me away from him, he finally has the balls to ask for my number. We do the exchange and he retreats back to the other side of the lounge with all the rest of the boys. My girl friends and I discuss where to go get Italian takeout and every time I look in Jeremy’s direction, he is looking straight at me! Every. Single. Time.
The girls and I dash off to get dinner and I don’t get the chance to say goodbye to him. Later that night after eating gnocchi by the foreshore and settling down eating ice cream watching the night stars, the girls convince me to msg him…
“How’s your night going? We’re doing ice cream by the foreshore. Yumm….”
He responds seconds later,
“I’m lying in bed almost asleep….
But I’m quite jealous of you and your ice cream”.
I reply…
“Mmm… cookie dough. I’ll save some for you! Wanna get together this week?”
Okay I know this was a big call on my behalf taking the initiative, but I figure, I’m not head over heels over this guy so I feel comfortable taking the risk. But it’s been nearly 24 hours since I sent that msg and he still hasn’t replied!
That son of a bitch!
WHY!!!!!!!!!!???????
I’m really not that into him otherwise I would never have asked him, but it still annoys the hell out of me that he hasn’t msged back!
BOYS CAN BE SO RUDEEEE!
There he goes… back into the “He’s just not that into me” pile.
- Life is like, Here Comes Your Man, There Goes My Gun | Time: 3:42 pm (UTC+8)
egah… that sucks! i hate that shit when you put yourself out there and then nothing!!!!
sounds like a perfect night though- eating by the foreshore and going to a party in shorts, flip flops and a singlet!!
maybe he will text you and then you can be equally as dismissive back
Comment by andrea — January 10, 2006 @ 4:41 pm
Guys can be soooo confusing. No wonder they are from Mars!
Comment by tiff — January 11, 2006 @ 1:19 am
Do what I do in those kinds of situations… just think:
“Oh… they obviously must have some kind of STD”
All of a sudden they don’t seem so crash hot anymore.
Comment by cheshire — January 11, 2006 @ 5:33 am
what a slimy little bugger! i’d hate to be him when he realises he just lost his only chance to happiness
you know what you need to do? find yourself a funky canadian lad or a nice jewish boy…those are the only ones who are worthwhile!
Comment by shygirlandrea — January 12, 2006 @ 11:07 am
tagged!
Comment by ted — January 12, 2006 @ 2:00 pm
tagged!
Comment by ted — January 12, 2006 @ 2:02 pm
Andrea - Definitely loaaaaathe putting myself out there especially when blindfolded, but I definitely thought Runner was into me! What a fool!
However, you are right! It was a pretty sweet night!
Tiff - I bought that book for my friend
“Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus”
But I’m thinking I should read it now
Comment by stella — January 12, 2006 @ 4:32 pm
Adam - I do something similar… except I think:
“Wow - he must TOTALLY be gay” or
“He must think I’m too good for him… how true”
But I will definitely try out your frame of mind next time
:)
Andrea - I think I’ll pass on the Canadian, but can you ask your Jewish boyfriend for a Jewish boyfriend for ME?
I thought you were my friend! You’re meant to be supplying me with the goods? ;P
Comment by stella — January 12, 2006 @ 4:37 pm