I first met my former-friend, whom I will refer to as “G”, when I was a sophomore in high school. G was a strange guy, but extremely interesting to talk to, so he and I became fairly close. After a while, however, he began making strong indications that he wanted to be more than friends. I panicked and quickly shot him down. He took this well, and we stayed friends although we lost contact after my junior year.
Fast forward to senior year, and I get a call from G. He suggests going to Pizza Hut together, which strikes me as a good opportunity to catch up, so I agree.
The evening starts out promising enough – the food is good, and we have a really good conversation. But then G proceeds to commit a HUGE faux pas. At least in my eyes. What does he do, exactly? HE PICKS ME UP BRIDAL-STYLE AND CARRIES ME TO THE CAR. I was so shocked that I couldn’t even say anything. (I did wiggle a tiny bit, however, which made the situation worse since I slid down somewhat and his hand ended up higher up on my leg then I would have liked.)
I guess it could have been a cute gesture – if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and had been dating for a while. But we weren’t, and this was supposed to be catch-up between friends, not a date!
Needless to say, the mood was completely ruined, and I was nervous the entire rest of the night and very happy to get home! 06-16-2009
She Ain’t No Sack of Taters, Dud…uh, I Mean “Dude”
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