Category: Caution: Awkward Girl At Work


Bad Choices

The men I meet that I instantly fall head over heels for…

The ones I want to touch and kiss and take care of…

The ones I want to cook dinner for and give presents to…

The ones I want to make happy and feel good…

The one I just want to BE with…

spend time with…

fall in love with…

 

They’re all alcoholics. Sometimes I know this right away, other times it takes a while.

 

But my father died when I was 2 and my mother is a strict christian lady, doesn’t even drink wine. So this strange attraction couldn’t have stemmed from childhood. I don’t know why. But it really seems as if most, if not all, of the men I’m attracted to are alcoholics.

 

The guys that really like me, that want to treat me nice and take care of me… I’m just not at all interested in. I don’t want to be near them, I don’t want them touching me…. I can appreciate them and like them as people… but I just don’t want to be with them.

 

Why is this… what is wrong with me???

He goes by many names in my internet ramblings – The Mohawk Man, My Future Boyfriend, My Husband Who Doesn’t Know It Yet.

 

I’m not going to rehash all my I want him stories, but basically I’ve seen him in my job quite often. He’s gorgeous and I want him. From my station behind the deli counter, I can see what he buys…. strawberry instant oatmeal, skim milk, bottled water, etc. He likes to use the self check out lines. At one point I started obnoxiously saying hello to him, because he literally runs through the store and it’s impossible to start a convo or talk to him. At least by screaming “HIIII” he’d look in my direction, granted he thought I was retarded.

 

So don’t ask me why when opportunity punched me in the twat, I bent over and let it kick me in the ass as well.

 

I was coming back from lunch, and walking by the registers. It was fairly empty, and for the first time in nearly three years, there was The Mohawk Man, on the self check out line, with no one else around. No one to cock block me. No one to make me feel embarrassed for trying to hit on him…  nobody around. And he was just…. standing there… checking out.

 

So feeling sassy, I went right up to him, and when he turned his head, I boldly asked, “Excuse me, what’s your name?”

 

I didn’t quite catch what he said. “Jeff?” i said.

“No, Kevin.”

 

“OH, Kevin. Nevermind then.” And I walked away. WHAT THE HELL. Why did I do that????? I had the perfect opportunity to talk to him, introduce myself, at least proclaim my undying love for him. And i said NEVERMIND????  WHEN THE FUCK DID I HAVE A LOBOTOMY???

 

Ugh. Life only gives you so many chances. And I’ve blown them all.

A few weeks ago I received a nice message on OKcupid. My profile on there says that I am looking for someone aged between 23-31. Something like that anyway.

The message went over everything in my profile that I said I was looking for in a man. He declared that he met every one of those, except for the age part. He was only 21, but claimed he was very mature, and I’d have no problems with his maturity, etc.

He was cute, and I had happened to be browsing through women at the time, curious as to if my bad luck with men was because I was a lesbian in denial. So I gave him a chance, talked to him. Added him to my facebook, after which he proceeded to “like” literally about 70 of my photos within the time span of an hour. He claimed he was bored at work. I found it creepy. He even “liked” my photos from work where I made platters and said it was because he liked food. Okay, whatever.

Talked to him all day on messengers, and he asked to meet me that night. I really didn’t want to, but there was a pending snow storm in the next few days, so I went with it. He picked me up about a block from my house, because with all the snow he didn’t want to go up my hill. Minus points.

I get in the car and it was just like… hi. Okay… well you invited me out… so you can at least make me feel welcome. He let me pick where to go, since he wasn’t from the area. Told him to go to this bar my friend works at, thinking in case it got weird or anything I’d have someone to rescue me.

We spent a couple of hours there talking, mostly him, with some awkward bits in there. He told me about childhood abuse, family deaths, law suits, video games, and his career goals. I paid for my own drinks. Once we got in the car, it was already after 10pm and there is literally nothing to do where I live except go shopping or to a restaurant. He kept saying he didn’t want to go home. Said we could even park somewhere.

What can I say, I’m a chump. I thought he was adorable, and I really thought we would just make out for a bit. But I seem to forget how men really are when I’m actually with one. I also seem to forget that I have no self control and tend to get a bit slutty when provoked.

We started kissing and he tried to push my head down. I was all innocent and said no, I don’t know you that well, etc. We went on kissing, and he kept saying how much he wanted to eat me out. He tried his best to convince me to let him, but Ive never really let anyone do that, let alone in a parked car. Didn’t happen. I know now, when a guy literally begs to eat you out, just let him. We ended up messing around quite more than I wanted to, but I felt sort of like I had to. I need to stop doing that, and feeling obligated to do it. I also need to stop kissing guys in cars – it always ends up in their favor.

He dropped me off across the street from my house, and I had to walk up all the stairs in the dark, alone. Minus points. Got home, looked in the mirror, thought I had been mauled by a cougar. Minus points.

The next day he sent me an email on facebook stating that he had a good time, but he “felt horrible” and needed to “think about things.” I was so confused… what did he feel horrible about, was it just an excuse to not talk to me? We went out once… what was there to really think about?

I didn’t write back… but I was crushed. I liked him a bunch, and I had hope that maybe he felt the same, and would want to see me again. In the car, he had repeatedly stated he wanted to see me again, asked what I was doing that weekend. So I sat the day thinking about him, worrying, like a stupid idiot.

The day after I got another message that just said “So …. hey, what’s up?” I was like, WHAT THE FUCK? He had me crazy the day before with his stupid “i feel horrible” letter and here he’s just hey whats up? So I wrote back something like “you tell me… what was that about yesterday? Why do you feel horrible? because you left hickeys on my neck or something?”

I meant it playfully, to provoke a conversation about what the fuck was going on with him. Instead he wrote back “way to attack me, ttyl”

I then tried to explain I wasn’t attacking, I just never had a hickey like that and was just playing with him. He flipped out on me saying I enjoyed it, and he had felt bad about the sex stuff, thought i was pretty, and really liked me, but if I was going to “be like this” he didn’t want to talk to me. Then he wrote, “God, just leave me alone!”

So I deleted him, and proceeded to cry. Of course, I’ve decided to finally learn from my mistakes with men. I know I get caught up in the possibility of romance, because that’s all I really want, and I haven’t had it in so long I see potential everywhere. I also know I end up doing more than I want to, because I just don’t know how to say no. I don’t want to ruin what could be because I said no. But it turns out I’ve been doing the opposite, ruining everything because I’ve said “YES.”

So now, fuck it. If I do ever go out again, I’m taking a cab home. I just don’t trust myself when they’ve got those puppy dog eyes and spew out words about how pretty i am and how they want to see me again. Yea, I’m a sucker. As much of a hard-hearted bitch that I appear to be, I’m a dead sucker for romance. Too bad most of it is just in my head.

Lessons Learned:

1. I tend to be slutty when provoked.
2. When a guy literally begs to eat you out, just let him. You’re most likely not going to get a better offer.
3. If you do end up messing around on a first date, you’re probably not going to ever see him again.
4. If someone says in their very first letter to you that “you’ll have no problem with my maturity” it means they’re going to go psycho. And make you feel guilty for it.
5. 21yr olds do not know how to be discreet about “love bites.”
6. Men are liars.
7. Arrange your own transportation, so you don’t have to rely on the guy, and can prevent unwanted situations.
8. Don’t even kiss on the first date.

I always find it terribly awkward seeing someone I know in my ‘real life’ on the internet. Not in a facebook capacity, but on a dating website. I clam up, and feel like I’ve caught them doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

Which is just absurd.

Since I’ve been on okcupid again, and I think about 3 months now, I’ve noticed this one guy “stalking” me. Excuse me. Okcupid doesn’t call it “stalking” anymore. It’s now called “visitors”.

Anyway, I’ve known this dude for YEARS. I met him at a Kay-Bee toy store (rest in peace, Kay-Bee), because he was working there and I was looking for a Rogue X-Men doll. Shut up. Don’t judge me.
I liked him instantly, and of course my brothers teased me to no end. This guy ended up being friends with one of my brothers, and just treated me like whatever.
As time went on, he’d occasionally IM me, about girls and shit. Eventually it came up that he was really into me, and whatnot. He was definitely all talk.
He’d talk about hanging out, but expect me to go up to bumblefuck to pick him up/drop him off. Because he didn’t have a car or he’d have to take a bus.

Oh, then everything was that he really just wanted to “taste me” because he was already seeing some chick, but she knew that it wasn’t a serious relationship, etc (lies, lies, lies). So that makes it okay.

I see this particular guy on Okcupid. It makes me feel so “D’oh” every time. Not because he comes up as my match, but because he’s been visiting my profile. It’s just awkward.

I wouldn’t mind being his friend if we were really friends (I haven’t spoken to him in forever), but the fact that we were friends and now aren’t …but he’s visiting my profile  is so painful.

Very much a smack to the forehead.

N-I-C-E

I was visiting my brother Wally with my mom and a friend. Our day had been hectic and busy, but we ended it at a local diner in the town where my brother was.

We ate, laughed, and talked. Everyone was leaving as i was heading to the bathroom before starting to drive back here to New York.
As i was walking out of the bathroom, I was looking around and spotted a table with three guys. I noticed how one of the guys was looking at me, and just kept walking towards the corner to turn to the exit.
Since I could feel this burning sensation of being stared at, i glanced over and sure enough this guy was eyeballing me. Like whoa.
At the same time, he jerked his arm to the other two guys and then all three of these dudes were staring at me.
This of course made me feel like I had something on me, or my fly was unzipped (but I was wearing jeggings, so not possible). I looked away in an awkward-uncomfortable way, and was almost free when I glanced back to see if they were still looking at me. They were.
And then the guy who had originally been staring at me mouthed the word, “Nice” to me.

Yeah. Not nice, just kind of creepy. It just made me feel awkward and more timid than I normally feel when being stared at. Gross.

I always find it entertaining when men say one thing but do another. They say how much they want something, but when presented with it, they choose something different, for example.

Which in turn confuses me.
I know a guy who claims not to be a ‘player’.

Please note ladies, anytime a guy says that, he almost most certainly is a ‘player’.

This guy of course is someone I am so smitten with, that it should be illegal. Actually, I should just stop liking him.
Everything about him screams my name, the perfect fit for me. Which really means ‘Danger! Danger! High Voltage!’
He claims to not be a player but never has the time to do anything with me, but always says he will eventually.

Sidenote: when we do hang out, he treats me like such a lady, and kisses me so sweetly that my ridiculous behaviour is almost warranted.

And while I am torturing myself by having even the slightest affection for him, I’m declaring a change right now!

I..will not ..uh. I will not ask him to hang out anymore.

There. Baby steps.

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