A week after Adam broke up with me, a guy on my hall decided to ask me out. Oh, and he knew about Adam, because we had just been discussing my bad dreams that were preventing me from sleeping. Seriously? How low can you go? A week is not enough time to recover from a year and half relationship.
A month later a really awkward boy from karate asked me if I wanted to go out with him that weekend. Isn't it bad enough that I see him in a somewhat see through white gi three times a week and spar with him? And he hardly ever says a word out loud. Great. A potential serial killer...It reminds me of the time the 5th year senior in high school leaned up against my locker (in his trench coat, duck taped glasses, and greasy, unwashed hair) and said "Ummm...uhhhh...I really dig you...do I stand a chance?"
This Valentine's day I get an anonymous card. Okay, I can handle that, because I think it's possible that it's from this guy I like (who also lives on my hall...but is NOT the one mentioned above). So I ask him about it and right as he answers his roommate walks in and sprawls unto the table with his handheld gameboy. Awesome.
So we talked later and set up a date for that weekend. Saturday comes and he's hired a cab to take us out to eat. (Let me just say I am flattered now that he went this far.) But given the way things turn out in my life, the cab gets lost, overcharges him, and the restaurant loses his reservations. Pretty spectacular, eh? Oh it gets better...So the cab to get back comes and we get in. The guy drives around the building and then turn onto a one way street going the wrong way! Turns out the guy has only been a driver 2 day and speaks hardly any English. We finally get to the turn to get onto campus, and the guy drives by it...at which his phone GPS starts to screech "make a legal u-turn as soon as possible...make a legal u-turn as soon as possible". So he makes a u-turn.
I've begun to feel that boys and awkward, hilarious things seem to go together? Oh and I didn't even mention that one of my now best friends, had a very awkward crush on me in high school. Or that my first kiss was after being accidentally smacked in the face. Or that a boy in high school that liked me locked himself in the sound proof band practice room to glare at me when I got mad at him for blatantly interrupting me several times...
