my best friend had a mini intervention with me last week. we caught up for lunch because i was off work sick. i was telling her a funny story from salsa and she suddenly interrupted...
L: Bee
Me: ...and then she - What?
L: Bee you need to start dating
Me: huh? L., you're not listening, i'm telling you a story! anyway-
L: Bee, why aren't you going out on dates?
Me: (succumbing to my story being well and truly interrupted) well... i dunno.
L: Yes you do know. you're always at salsa. like ALL THE TIME. and you know there's no one there for you
Me: well i'm not really looking. not actively looking anyway.
L: well i think you should
Me: well i think your face should. (2 year old, i know)
L: Bee... are you gonna go on some dates? please?
Me: fuck, L. no, i could if i wanted to, i don't want to!
L: Bee! come on! for me?!
Me: date... for you? you're a dik... FINE! i'll date... just let me finish my story!
so i finished my story. and i actually thought about the fact that L. said something to me. I know my friends, and i know that she would have been sent as the messenger on behalf of all my friends to tell me i need to date, which also means that they have discussed my lack of dates with one another.
hmm.
they're always dating.
and i would never in a million years go on the dates that they go on. like they meet guys at clubs, kiss them (as if!) and exchange numbers and meet up at the guy's house. they're constantly telling me off, and i try my hardest to keep my mouth shut to stop myself from inadvertedly calling them slags. i love my friends, and i don't care if that's what they want to do, but there is no hope in hell i'm going to do that.
so anyway - a guy asked me out and i went out on a date Saturday night.
and i didn't kiss him.
nor did the date take place at his house.
and we're messaging / calling / emailing.
see?
so there
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