I had many strange experiences this weekend, some icky, some funny, some just strange. So now I will tell you about the one that I think has me most perplexed, confused and feeling a little badly, although I have backup that I should not feel badly.
J. has a friend who got lost to City of Hero’s. The young man lost his job and sat in front of the computer for many months, until he lost his younger, much hotter than him girlfriend.
This girl has always been quite silent, but once she opens her mouth, will usually say something pretty funny, if not a little bit dirty. I like her, I’ve known her for awhile. She’s tiny, she’s very young, pretty and so shy that you think you’re going to scare her.
So this girl broke up with the horrible man and is now single and trying to figure out her life on her own. She seems to be doing well, according to her one word answers I’ve dragged out of her. I tried a couple of weeks ago to really talk to her, I asked her if she was angry, mad at this guy for getting lost in a game. She said “no”. Mkay then.
So said girl comes out this weekend with a couple of us and proceeds to say absolutely nothing for the entire evening. She absolutely needs to be baby sat and makes it nearly impossible to do so.
Now I’ve had a hard day this particular day and am not really in the mood to drag anything out of this girl. I tried a few times and got nothing, so honestly, I stopped trying. I gave up. I turned my body to her a few times while talking and silently cursed J. under my breath, deciding this girl was really his responsibility, I didn’t invite her out, why should I be the one to baby sit?
So at one point, a friend sitting at another table, comes and gets this girl, takes her by the hand and leads her back to his table. As if I’m spitting on her or something. So he takes her back to the table and tries to make conversation. And I watch, because at this point I feel like the popular bitch at the lunch table (and trust me, I was NOT that girl, and generally respond quite well to shyness, because I am not). And guess what? The young man stops talking to her and ends up leaving the bar 15 minutes later. I still feel like maybe I was mean to this girl, but if you will not speak to me, if you will not try, if you are happy to sit in silence and won’t even speak when spoken to, there is nothing I can do about that.
So go ahead, call me a popular bitch at the lunch table, cause it will be the first time.
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