So a little over two weeks ago I went on a date. Yup. A date. Crazy. I know. It was actually pretty random, as I think it started out as a joke but then turned into an actual date. But nonetheless, it happened, and said date took us to a Twins game. They lost. I cried. Well...no, I didn't really cry. She wanted to leave early cause they were losing. But I, being the jerk that I am, forced us to stay until the end. Actually I didn't really care that much whether we left or not, but I just thought it was entertaining to pretend to care. But in the end, they lost, which is probably a bit of foreshadowing. Well, actually the foreshadowing probably happened when she decided to be 30 minutes late to her own house where I was supposed to pick her up before the game. Actually, both situations are probably bits of foreshadowing. Nonetheless, I did have a good time. It was fun. Not too bad a date overall, I'd say. I left her house with a smile on my face, so I guess that's a good sign (at least on my end).
And then, like every other story involving a Girl and Me, there comes the part where something terrible happens. Well I guess it's not quite as terrible as I've seen in the past. Actually nothing even close to what I've had happen before, but nonetheless, for kicks and giggles, we'll call it horrific. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that at the end of the date, as I was leaving, she said she'd call me. Well, I figured since I'm the guy and the guy is supposed to be the initiator, then maybe I should call her. But I figured I'd give it a few days. So I waited a few days. And I called her. And left a message. And then called again the next day and left another message. And then waited a week. And then sent a couple text messaages. And waited some more. And now, two weeks and a day after the date, NO RESPONSE WHATSOEVER. That's just... Well... Let me describe to you in story form what I think of that...
Once upon a time, there was a cat named Flu. Flu was the healthiest cat in the world. In fact, his diet consisted only of salads and Weight Watchers shakes. Yup, pretty darn healthy. Well, one day, Flu was walking along and saw a butterfly. This butterfly also saw Flu. And for some reason, the butterfly attacked and killed Flu. It was tragic. The end.
Okay, so I guess I have no idea how that story relates to how I feel about getting no reponse from her. But pick your own descriptive phrase for how you think I feel. It's probably accurate. Especially if you said something like "curled up in the fetal position in the corner crying for weeks on end." Yeah, that works. We'll go with that.
So most guys would probably just let it go at that. But I, as I mentioned before, am a jerk. :) And I have too much free time. Plus I feel like having fun with this instead of getting all mad. (And I feel very free to have fun with it since it was only one date and little to no emotions were damaged in the process.) So I'm in Eau Claire this weekend, and myself and a good friend from college were googling people at 2am on this fine Saturday morning for some reason. After a few searches and some decent results, he suggested that I google that girl that I went to the Twins game with, aka my Nemesis (as she will now be referred to). And somehow, by blind luck, we found her blog. And she actually posted to it about 2 hours ago. So now I know that she is, in fact, alive. (This is significant because, obviously, one of the reasons that one's mind comes up with as to why she didn't respond is that she somehow died and therefore couldn't respond.) PLUS, in the entry on her blog from two hours ago she mentioned a few updates on her life, including the following: "8. I have a major crush on a cetain boy." Now, I'm positive it ain't me, cause if that was the case, she might have actually responded to some of my attempts at communication. But it's fun to mention said crush here, for the following reason: I'm going to comment to her recent posting and encourage her (in some fashion or form) to read my blog. Which means that hopefully she'll get to read this entire post! Ahh how horrible I am. :)
(And just in case you are reading this, Nemesis, truly there are no hard feelings. But hopefully you feel pretty rediculous right now, cause that's pretty much the intent.)
And to all of the other people that are reading this: NO, you do not get to know the location of her blog. That would be cruel. Not that I'm not already being cruel, but that would be overly cruel. And I'm just a sarcastic jerk, not a real one. :)
(Although if I STILL don't get any response from her after this one, then maybe I'll post the location of her blog and unleash the wrath of my faithful readers. Oh wait...I guess there aren't really any faithful readers left since I NEVER UPDATE THIS THING. Oh well.)
Okay, I think that's about it. Maybe I'll rant again soon... Doubtful, but you never know!
