We take a break from our normally scheduled writerly-ish chat for a personal statement.
Jennifer McKenzie is evil.
Why? Because she set me up.
I totally saw the set up coming from a mile off. Little comments dropped into conversations for the past few months. Yeah. I got it. It took a couple whacks over the head with a sledgehammer, but I got it. Subtlety, thy name is Jen.
The second I saw my set-up guy, my first thought was: No. Way. In. Hell.
Why? Because he was hot. Not just cute, or good looking, or nice from a certain angle. HAWT. Yes, in all capitals. He’s a former Marine (read: built like a Greek God) and is going back to school as a math major (read: smart/uber logical).
Of course, my first reverse-snob thought of Sergeant Spock was he’d be vain, rude, and completely in love with himself. (Hey, I’m the fat girl. This is usually the response we get from Tall Dark & Hawt boys.) I have to be socible because he’s Jen’s friend’s son. And, hell yes, I flirted. Even if he is totally into himself, I can always give the flirt-skills a workout. Plus, did I mention he was hot?
Unfortunately, Jen was right (the narsty beyotch) and he was nice, funny, and managed to entertain me for a few hours. I had to run when the beloved grandma called with a crisis. I felt it best not to shriek “Cockblocker!” into the cell phone and hang up. So, a nice showing overall but a bit rough on the dismount. Ah, well. Now comes the inevitable suckfest of waiting to see if he calls. So, still on a high from the pseudo-sorta-kinda set-up date, but will jump every time the damn phone rings. Ugh.
Damn you, Jen.
Oh yes, and I blogged at Novelty Girls today.
