Friday night, being approached by two guys at the bar, Diddz and I were moderately friendly (which is huge for me and now I regret), but gave no indication that we were interested. On multiple occasions we attempted to ditch them, including at one point just disappearing into the bathroom without saying a word. Ultimately we were unsuccessful.
At the end of the night, Diddz was gathering her coat and scarf when the scrawny pale one appeared out of thin air and asked her out. She quickly and confidently replied, "I'm seeing someone," and that was that.
Meanwhile, I was being chased down my the mohawked one. A full on, bald on either side, long, gelled up, mohawk. Really?! No one told him that's not cool? Poor thing. Must be new to the chic island of Manhattan. He'll find out the hard way. I digress.
I'd made it halfway up the staircase to the main floor/exit when he caught up to me and asked if Diddz and I would like to see he and his friend again.
I slowly responded, "I'm kiiiinda seeing someone," which is totally untrue but I was hoping to let him off easy.
His response, "Kinda? That's not official then." UGH! Really?! How thick do you have to be?
My rebuttal, "It's one of those Unofficially. Yes. Relationship. Situations."
Let it be known, I stutter when I lie.
Unfortunately he was still persistent and asked if he could leave me his number and I can use it if I so choose. I was polite and took it down, however I so choose not to use it. It was deleted before I was in a cab.
On the plus side -
1. Diddz and I came up with some pretty interesting dance moves! (We've been looking for our true calling outside of dentistry... NAILED IT!)
2. I laid my eyes on an amazing pair of Michael Kors Black Suede Knee boots and fell in love.
3. And Amy faked taking a shot with a bunch of 'wont-take-no-for-an-answer-drinkers' and none of them even noticed - however she almost spilled on her dress.
The next day, I woke-up and thought, Yes - I would like to eat the gallon of left-over mashed potatoes I made for supper last night.
Instead I met Diddy at Shake Shack, we had a 'Dexter' marathon, and called it a night.
But not before we did facials, played with hair and make-up, bought tickets for our V-Day date, and I made her my real-life paperdoll.
Sounds like I AM seeing someone... A pathetic, Diddz Lea.
~Kare*
