Day 136
When you get up at 12:30 pm you realize that you have a million things you should be doing. But, you wind up on facebook for an hour and then go to three different grocery stores and find out late at night that you still do not have any food (left that is). Or maybe that's just me.
So, the guy I told I was busy to yesterday and then realized I was unbusy texted me and asked if I was "still booked up." Since I lied to him yesterday I thought I'd come clean today. I told him I wasn't and then he asked if I wanted to go see the movie that he saw last night but missed the last ten minutes of. I asked him why he would go to a movie and miss the final ten minutes of it. He texted me that he would explain in person and that he would meet me at the cinema.
So, I spent the next two hours wondering if I was going on a date or not. I consulted friends who reassured me that I am a maniac which did not tell me if I had agreed to a date. He is not really a guy I would want to date but he is the type of guy who you nags the girl until she realizes how wonderful he is and how she just threw him away and then she fights to get him back and does and they kiss on a riding lawnmower driving into the sunset. I tried imagining this scenario but kept getting stuck on the "she realizes how wonderful he is" part. From what I've seen so far he is more psychotic then wonderful and I don't think he EVER listens when I yammer on about things that I can't remember five minutes later but I am sure they are important in the moment (right?). Plus, he looks like a vampire and not that awesome hottie Twilight-y look the old school Dracula kind. The slick dark hair and giant eyebrows set against pale white skin and dark set eyes. Well, he looks like a vampire when he isn't looking like a penguin. There something about how his arms hang.
Anyway, I got to the film and met up with him. He caught me texting my friends asking if they were gonna be there so I wouldn't be alone with vampire man. I asked him why he missed the final minutes of the film the night before and he said, "I had to go to the washroom." "That sucks," I said, downtrodden. I thought it was going to be some big story as he wouldn't tell me on the phone earlier. Then he said, "You know, I just couldn't wait." Yeah right, that movie (Whip It) is pretty damn riveting you can wait, I wanted to say but surprisingly didn't--probably because I had yet to see it.
While I was signing up for a film society club he went off to buy concessions. He did not ask if I wanted anything and only purchased one Grape Crush. I thought maybe this and how he didn't offer to buy my ticket were indicators that we weren't on a date at all. But then again, I did once have a first date where my mohawked man took me (a then vegetarian) to a McDonalds and then didn't even ask if I wanted anything not that I could've eaten anything but fries and cheery pies. So, in a way this possible date was already better then what I have had before.
We disagreed on where to sit. He prefers the aisle. Who the fuck wants to sit in the aisle? Really? He gave in and sat in the middle with me. This may be a good thing, he lets me win. The only bad part was that he then proceeded to take up the entire arm rest the entire time. I leaned to the opposite side and kept my hands out of reach. Our legs did bump together a few times, each time I retreated. At one point I got out gum and offered him a piece. This was the only time I looked at him. He wasn't so bad looking in the dark (guess, that's when vampires are on their game) and for a second I wished we were on a date.
The movie ended and I was wild-eyed riveted. He sprung up as soon as the lights came up a touch and started fumbling around with his Crackberry. I told him I wanted to see the credits (for the music at the end and out of respect that nobody ever seems to have). He didn't sit back down next to me, he stood in the aisle waiting. Har Mar Superstar flashed on the screen and I told him that my old roommate used to do cocaine with him in hotel rooms. My not-date didn't seem too impressed. After walking out the doors he said, "I am going to the bank," and walked away. I guess I wasn't on a date then. Ahh, who cares I don't know if I am ready to see a Canadian man. Everyone from the states said they were all ohh so nice. If they were so friggin nice then why didn't he get me a Grape Crush, huh? I like soda.
-Canadian Castaway
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