|I'm not sure if this counts.
||[Dec. 3rd, 2003|12:39 am]
chronicles of a serial dater
So these are supposed to be dating chronicles. And I'm not really sure if this fits in here, but I'll stick it in anyway because its funny. |
About six months ago there was a Person M. Person M is a woman. She had a big crush on me. And she was really awkwardly aggressive about it. But evidently, I made her nervous, because she'd get shy and stammer and look away. Yet despite her insecurities and fears, she maintained a steady campaign of pursuit. She followed and encouraged group drinking. It was all pretty creepy. I'd say on a uni-gender scale she was up there with the club fellas. Really forward and persistent.
I haven't seen much of her since last spring, and thats absolutely fine with me. Except that last Thursday I was flying home for thanksgiving, and who should be sitting two rows ahead of me? Person M.
I ducked and made myself a little note:
" Leaving behind drab weather, almost inhuman inconveniences- homeward bound. Oh the horror, the unbridled horror. Its the lesbian, the knee rubbing, stalking, staring in my mouth, expectant lesbian. Only to remain unnoticed until within the safety of mother's clutches. Lesbians cant get you from mother. "
Then my plane landed. And I went home. Unnoticed.