lumy12

(Stad, if you read this on the board already, don't bother reading this entry, I copied it word for word!)

Last night, I had over an hour to kill before seeing ROTS, due to my forgetfulness - I didn't check to see if the showtimes had changed, and alas, they had.... so I go into Starbucks and sip a yummy drink while scribbling furiously in my journal and playing cool music from my iPod loud enough to block out the outside world. This is my idea of a perfect Friday night, by the way. I was quite happy.

Maybe it showed in my "furious scribbling", I don't know... but tell me, guys, what exactly about the above scenario would make you think that a girl is there to pick up a guy? Could I have done anything else to show I was not at all interested in meeting people? It seemed fairly obvious to me.

But this guy comes up to me, and I didn't even hear him cuz my music was so loud, he had to put his hand on the table right in front of my book to get me to look up. I politely remove one earbud and regard him quizzically.

"Mind if I sit here?" he says.

"No go ahead," comes my automatic reply. I then glance around - there are plenty of empty tables, the guy does not need the seat. Great, so now he thinks I like him, or something.

"Are you writing a story?" he says.

"No, my journal," I reply, re-inserting the earbud, turning back to my writing.

"Do you want company?" says Clueless Man.

"No, I'm kind of a loner," I say, not wanting to hurt his feelings but not wanting to give him any reason to think I want to talk to him. Nor do I want to waste my time talking to this stranger out of politeness. I'm a selfish bitch, I know.

"Oh okay, I'll leave you alone then," he says and moves to another table. I figured that would be the end of it.

I'm there for another 45 minutes or so, then I pack up my stuff to walk over to the theatre next door. Mr. Smooth comes back over to me.

"You done?" he asks.

"Yeah but I'm leaving." I stand up.

"Are you sure?" he says with a smile.

"YES," I say. How much more direct can I be?

"Well, maybe we can get together some other time then?"

Ay yi yi! He doesn't get it. "No, I have a boyfriend," I say. (even if I didn't, I would have lied at this point)

That finally did the trick. He probably assumed I was meeting the bf at the theatre then.

Guys sure are clueless. I must admit, though, it's been awhile since anyone tried to pick me up and I was a little flattered. The guy wasn't ugly or anything. But his actions just reeked of desperation.