I went to a party last night and when it was coming to an end at around 3 am, I left and drove a boy home because he was drunk as a skunk and had to be in work for 8 the next day.
We were parked in front of his house in the driveway – it was 3:30 am, and he wouldn’t get out of my car. Apparently he likes me, we kiss a little and I tell him I don’t like him like that.
Him – Why?
Me – I don’t know, but I love you as a friend!
I wish it ended there, but no. We were outside his house parked in that driveway for about a half hour more discussing this.
Me – You would have to be Hercules for me to date you.
Him – You want me to be Kevin Sorbo?
Me – Yes, you have to be Kevin Sorbo.
That should’ve definitely been his cue to leave, but no.
Me – It’s just not going to happen, sorry.
I was practically pushing him out of my car at this point, my hands pushing his shoulders away from me. I am so weak compared to him.
It was nearing 4 am, so I had to bust out the big guns.
Me – Okay, I’ll go in with you.
Him – Huh? Really?
I get out of my car, he gets out, and shuts the door. I let him walk a few paces forward before I spring back in my car and apologize to him for my mean trick.
I had no choice, I had to be mean – there was no alternative!
He really is a good dear friend of mine. I known him since he was a dapper 19, 20 year old handsome young man. Now he’s turning 28 and sprouting some greys. Hopefully he won’t remember what happened.
And I really hope he doesn’t read my blog.
I do not feel good today. I got home so late, and now I have to give a massage at 1 pm down the street at my other job. Why-o-why did I agree to give a massage today?
I’m going to barf.