a reply to: SomeDumbBroad
So, picture the scene. You are a metal head boy in your late teens. The woman you are engaged to has agreed to meet you at two in the afternoon
outside the train station in town. It is a summers day, but a wind is blowing and clouds have covered the sky since you left home, with only a t shirt
and a hoody. You arrive at the station at least a half hour early, to ensure that you are not late. It begins to rain at quarter to two, but you do
not mind, because the woman you love will be there soon, and because a summer shower is pleasantly warmer than a winter one, and pleasantly cooler
than a summers day. Two o'clock comes and goes, with no sign of your lady. You send a text message. Three hours later, you get a response. An hour an
a half after that, she actually arrives, with her ex boyfriend in tow, both grinning like maniacs. You have wet body parts that you did not know
existed, your lady has only avoided standing you up because you have the patience of a stone golem, and she arrives with her ex.
Still...getting warm again took an awfully long time, heh...so that's something.
My favourite one though? I meet a girl, having seen her around places. She's into the stuff I like musically and in terms of film preferences, so I
invite her for a drink one night at a bar I like to frequent. She arrives, scowls at everything and everyone, at which point I ask her if she's ok, if
she would like to be anywhere else. She replies that no, she's fine, and so I ask her what she would like from the bar, and buy it for her. We retreat
from the bartop, and occupy a corner booth near the back, where there is some semblance of privacy. OP, you are new around here, but as I am sure that
many of my fellow members can attest, I am a man who is never short of a word to say, or an interesting topic or approach to a topic to discuss.
So here I am with a lady who shares much in common with me, and yet, do you think I can get anything approaching a three word answer out of her to
any utterance I might have made? Three quarters of an hour, and three drinks later (more time is spent drinking, when one is not talking, I find), I
still have not had a sentence out of the lass, and have received no explanation for the sort of mood she appears to be in, despite my having asked
some leading questions, like "Would you like to get something to eat?", or "Shall we hit some other places, see what is going on in some other
joint?". I literally had the olive branch out, as if to say "Look, this place is my bag, but if it is not yours, we can get out of here and go some
place better suited to your preferences!".
No matter what I did or said, I got nothing. It was like talking to an angry bag of sand.
She left before it even became nine o'clock, and to this day I cannot figure out what the hell that was all about.