The Cheapo Creepo Datee

When I was in college I was involved in a couple groups because I thought I was cool and popular. I even managed to get elected to a top position (yup, not sure why either…hehe). Through this one group, I met a super dorky guy who studied finance, or economics, or something else incredibly boring. The whole time I was involved with this on-campus group, he looked at me like a silly little socialite blonde girl (you ever get that feeling with someone?). Needless to say I never liked him. He was dorky, snotty, dull, and lacked personality. After college I found out he had a thing for me, because he asked me out while living in the city. I was single at the time, and said sure, why not, we went to school together and were a part of this group. I found out he was living ALL the way down by Brooklyn, which was a HUGE hassle for me to get to at the time. It took me a couple trains and different modes of transportation. Now, you would think all of this transfer crap would call for a drink? Nah, we grabbed something low-key to eat and drink, and he threw down a $20 for himself. WOW. In my head I am thinking: “You dorky loser m-effer, you are lucky I even came all the way here for your plain clothes and obstinate personality.” Come on ladies, you schlep yourself down somewhere that is no where near convenient for you and the guy can’t even buy you a drink?!?!?! What is that!!! Lets not forget to mention the fact that afterwards, he PROCEEDED to try to take me elsewhere, i.e. a comedy club, drink, yogurt, etc…all on me! Finally it started raining and when we happened to pass by a subway…I jetted outta there REAL quick. “Oh it’s raining… gotta go, bye.”