11 5 / 2012
Meeting You Out vs. You Asking Me Out
I tweeted a couple weeks ago about meeting a 22 year old out the bar. He was cute to my hazy memory, taller than me (5’10”), and seemed nice enough. Though reluctant, I gave him my phone number, well expecting to never hear from him again. After some sober life stalking, I discovered he was actually real life cute, +10 pts. for me. To my surprise, he’s been blowing me up ever since, and I hadn’t become annoyed with his cat like text reflexes quite yet until today. He seemed so nice and innocent, I remember commented that I was convinced he was an Amish youth on Rumspringa, and I would probably unwillingly break his heart…but I think my initial assessment was wrong.
He is dead set on meeting me out, as opposed to asking me out. Now if you are confused of the difference, let me explain. Meeting me out would consist of coordiating to meet at a bar, after I have spent the early part of the night pregaming with my friends, drinking alcohol that I paid for with my money, and already being drunk when I saw him- therefore upping the chances I would accept his childlike sexual advances. Getting asked out, on the other hand, is doing something classy like dinner or the movies, but more importantly on his dime.
In a sentence, not fucking happening. #bye
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