I skipped my freaking religion class yesterday; I’ve missed it about ten times, no exaggeration (but Katie’s still missed it more, so it’s okay). I swear, the entire class and the teacher all hate us, and I’m almost positive I am going to fail.
I thought I’d translate that last entry, and add a bit more detail.
I walked into work last Tuesday and there was a new guy, and I knew the moment I laid eyes on him that he was going to be bad news. It was the way he was looking at me—staring, with this goofy, euphoric grin. He approached me, introduced himself as Paul, and shook my hand for a really long time. He might still be shaking my hand if I hadn’t pulled it away from him. Just…right away he was creepy, and I predicted exactly what would happen—that he’d ask me out for a drink.
Sure enough, five minutes into the conversation, after a lot of pointless questions from him, he asks, “Do you drink?” “No.” “Do you want to get a drink with me sometime this weekend?” “I have a boyfriend. Sorry.”
So then it was all questions about my boyfriend, whom I met in high school, have been with for three and a half years, and occasionally travel with to Orlando or St. Augustine for the weekend, just for the heck of it.
Then it was all, “So, do you have any girlfriends that you could hook me up with? Could you find me a girlfriend?” to which I gave the same response every time: “I’ll see what I can do.” Not a yes, not a no, just very vague.
And he kept coming up to me, putting his arm around my waist, but not long enough to say, “Get the hell off you CREEP”—just for a second here and there.
Naturally, I made sure everybody knew right away, and everybody had their say with him, including Dann, but not until after he had made a joke the next day about him putting me next to him in the hot tub, where he would serve and I would just sweat—meaning behind the line. I wasn’t entirely certain that’s what he’d said, because he’s Filipino and has an accent, but Big Steve informed me later on that Paul had approached him and said, “Listen to what I said to Ginny” as though he thought Big Steve would find it funny (he didn’t; he told Paul he didn’t need to be joking around that way with someone half his age).
Anyway, after Dann spoke to him (and he assured Dann that it was merely a misunderstanding—right), he went up to the dishwashers and told them that he had been joking around with me, I’d gotten offended, and that he just wasn’t going to speak to me anymore if I was going to be like that. Well…good. Haha. So we hardly speak at all, unless somebody else is involved in the conversation, or if it’s absolutely necessary.
And that’s about it for now; class and work, class and work, the usual. Just thought I’d go and clarify what was going on for those of you who didn’t feel like reading that entire pirate entry there.
Speaking of pirates, you know why pirates say “ARR” so much?
It’s because their shipmates are always going around saying things like, “The cannons be ready, Captain!”