“I Confessed My Feelings, Then She Dropped a Bombshell About My Brother — 47 Brutal Rejections Revealed”
ME: Hi Emily
Her: Hi?
**awkward silence**
ME: It’s Michael. We met at the dance club last Saturday…
Her: Oh, how are you?
ME: Good, ready to bowl!
Her: Actually, we don’t want any other people on our lane because we won’t be able to get two full games in if we do. Why don’t you get the lane next to us?
ME (already starting to dread this): OK.
So I go up and pay the hourly rental fee for lane 18, get a pitcher of beer and head back. As I’m entering my name a bowling alley employee came up and said, “Sir, we cannot have just one person on a lane, there’s a two person minimum, and a larger group just came in. I need you to bowl on another lane, or ask the group waiting if you can join them”.
ME (looking at Emily): Emily, would you like to bowl on this lane with me? Apparently the other guy at the counter made a mistake. It’s a two person minimum per lane.
Emily: Ummm, no, I came here to bowl with my friends, I don’t think it’d be right to leave them… Sorry.
Me: Ok, maybe another time.
I got my things together, and told the employee that the new group could apply my paid lane fee to their bill, and offered them my unpoured pitcher of Mack and Jack’s African Amber beer (it’s delicious).
I was completely emotionally broken AGAIN for a while, and it led to spending a lot of time looking out of my apartment bedroom window overlooking a Kmart parking lot.
In middle school, there was this morbidly obese girl that liked me and was aggressive about it. I tried to be polite about my disinterest. It wasn’t just her size but her personality as well. She was crass and rude and talked about idiotic and disgusting things and just not someone I wanted to associate with. We had the same group of friends and she constantly wrote me notes and hung around my locker and tried to be everywhere I was while pawing at me and putting her arms around me and telling everyone how much she wanted to be my girlfriend. The whole time I never lost it and I just tried to be nice and keep distance between us and let my disinterest be known. It sorta became a joke amongst my friends with them always ribbing me about it.
Flash forward and I move to where I go to a different local high school than most of the kids in my middle school and lost touch with many of them when this girl drives by my new place one weekend and sees me hanging out front and stops and tells me that there is a party at her house and most of my old friends are there and she was just driving to pick up a friend who ended up not being able to come. I think about it and decide I really want to see my old friends (including a couple of girls I *did* have crushes on) so I jump in her truck and go with her as I didn’t have a car yet.
When we get there no one else was there and she keeps telling me they were coming as the party is supposed to start later and I am just very early. It was mid afternoon so it was kinda believable. Her parents were gone and she kept trying to give me more and more alcohol while becoming more and more aggressive. She would sit next to me and start touching me inappropriately and I would politely move and she would then try to sit on me (dear god). No matter where I moved she was on top of me and she was a little drunk making her that much braver and inappropriate to where I finally asked where the restroom was and went in and locked the door and climbed out the window and walked home. As I climbed out the window she was knocking on the door asking me to hurry because she had a surprise for me. To this day I shudder to think what it was. I sprinted the first several blocks and then winded my way through odd streets afraid she would show up in her truck. I felt bad about it. For dissing someone so hard for just liking me but realized it was more than that.
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