My “date” with night

Last night, one of my friends from the college I go to came down or a visit.  A visit which we had been planning for about threee weeks now.  I thought that he wasn’t actually going to go through with it when he first said, “Hey, [left out name for personal privacy] do you want to hang out?”  My reaction naturally is, “Yeah, [left out name for protection reasons].”

So weeks went by, and we were planning out how and where, and when he was going to get here.  By time we finally figured out that he was going to take the train in, my mother had pretty much been “breathing down my neck” on the whole thing, and had insisted on us “dating”.  No matter how many times, I had tried to get it across that “MA, WE’RE NOT DATING!!! WE’RE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS!!!!”, she didn’t seem to understand.  And so what was supossed to be a quick walk around the town I live in, and maybe hit a couple of shops, turned into Dinner, (which was supossed to be dinner and a movie).  It turend out that my Mom drov us all over creation, just to figure out that we were going to hang out at the mall.  I was so embarrassed that i couldn’t really look at him at all.  He insited a cople of night ago on paying for Dinner, and so we had T.G.I. Fridays in the mall.  (omg, how embarrassing…)  Even worseI had this terrible headache, and he kept taklking to me… I felt so bad, but still the mall, a “date’ with my FRIEND!  Doesn’t that make you say wtf?

~ by aw3sumpunk on Thursday, June 12, 2008.