#5 and I were supposed to meet up when I got into the car accident. This is our rescheduled date.
We met a while ago at a party that a friend of mine from college was having. I’m not sure why I agreed to go out with #5. He was one of the most cringeworthy pretentious guy I’ve ever met. But alas, I found myself talking to his friend, #5, all night. He was ‘witty’ and by ‘witty’ I mean confrontational in an occasionally funny but usually just uncomfortable way. I guess I was curious.
We agreed to meet for drinks. I told him about my car situation (it’s in the shop) and he agreed to come and get me, after giving me a hard time about canceling at the last minute last time. At the bar, he had a beer and I ordered an appetizer pizza (I’ve been living off oatmeal and cottage cheese since the car accident, so was really excited for the nutrients)
You’d think that when a girl orders pizza the guy would take some initiative and suggest dinner, alas this did not happen. Thank GOD I was not stuck at a dinner with him. The time it took for me to wolf down the pizza was enough exposure to all of the negativity in his life.
He launched into a tirade about :
-how his female boss at work is intimated by him
-his grand plans for success
- his ex-girlfriend.
I was too concerned with devouring every crumb of the pizza, so I didn’t care that I couldn’t get a word in.
I finally worked in a story about how much I love subway because I get to tell them exactly what to put on my sandwich and it’s only five dollars!
He interjected with: You’re a control freak.
Me: No…I just like sandwiches with the vegetables I like on it.
He uselessly tried to argue that because I get to choose which vegetables is a subconscious indication of the type of person I am- that person is a control freak.
Me: I have to be up early to pick up my car.
He drove me home and I said goodnight.
#5: Can I come up?
Me: My apartment is a mess, so no.
#5: Mess doesn’t bother me.
- there’s dirty laudry all over my apartment…I’m pretty sure it would bother him-
I still decline. He persists.
#5: C’mon just a few minutes, we had a fun time.
Me: No. Just no. and No.
#5: So, you’re going to be a control freak about it.
How did the control freak-ness get brought back into this?
Apparently, me not wanting to hook up with this guy makes me a control freak.
#5: You are a control freak because everything has to be on your terms.
Me: What everything? This is ONE date.
#5: I mean, who orders pizza when they are meeting for drinks…
Me: Well, I’m sorry I’m not drunk enough for you to take advantage of me.
This whole argument is absurd. This guy, clearly a control freak himself, keeps trying to manipulate me into letting him into my apartment. What a creep.
I get out of the car, slam the door, and walk into my apartment. I start to clean my bedroom.