I am a loser...
Dec. 27th, 2008 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockinhamburgerSo, I'm pretty sure I'm about to let this opportunity go by. Got a message through Facebook from a friend from that I knew at the college I went to about two years ago. He lives in town, near Crescent (dance club and bar-after-bar hotspot in Montreal), and earlier this afternoon he invited me to come out for a sushi dinner and drinks with him and some of his friends. Without thinking about it, I told him I'd go to the drinks part since my possible allergies to seafood didn't seem like a good thing to test in those particular circumstances. He asked for my phone number, which I gave him.
He called me about fifteen minutes ago. I was napping so I only noticed I was getting the call right as it went from Incoming to Missed Call. He left me a message, "Hey Nikki, it's Darce. We're at my apartment now and we'll be heading out to Crescent soon, call me back."
Oh. Did I mention I used to have the most relentlessly painful school-girl crush on him? He was in a couple of my classes, and he was really nice to me, the origin of which was a mystery to me since I was a complete dork then, and still am now.
I can't believe he actually called... Hey, I am certain this is simply a friendly invite, but I don't like the possibility that this could stir up long dead emotions and feelings in me. Also, I'm not a great at socializing, and the concept of making conversation with him and some of his friends is quite terrifying.
I'm such a moron. The question is, do I call him back tonight and say I won't make it? Or do I call him back tomorrow with a vague excuse (it is very rainy outside, and I fell painfully on the ice three times when I was out earlier) and scramble to apologize and make some other plans? If you have suggestions, I'd love 'em.
I do not want to like this guy, whether the feelings are requited or not! (Which I know for a fact they are not, and you know what? Simply mentioning these potential absent feelings on his or my part, I've given him and the situation too much thought. Fuck, I don't want these feelings!)
PS I am so unbelievably sore from falling on the ice. Once was when I landed on my right ass-cheek. I think that's what my big ass is really for, to soften the landing. Another time was when I landed on my right knee, which believe it or not, really fucking hurt. And finally, there was when I basically did the splits on the ice. (That fall-description reminds me: anyone else seen Benjamin Button? Saw it last night. My thoughts? Nice special effects!) For some reason, my arms hurt too....
He called me about fifteen minutes ago. I was napping so I only noticed I was getting the call right as it went from Incoming to Missed Call. He left me a message, "Hey Nikki, it's Darce. We're at my apartment now and we'll be heading out to Crescent soon, call me back."
Oh. Did I mention I used to have the most relentlessly painful school-girl crush on him? He was in a couple of my classes, and he was really nice to me, the origin of which was a mystery to me since I was a complete dork then, and still am now.
I can't believe he actually called... Hey, I am certain this is simply a friendly invite, but I don't like the possibility that this could stir up long dead emotions and feelings in me. Also, I'm not a great at socializing, and the concept of making conversation with him and some of his friends is quite terrifying.
I'm such a moron. The question is, do I call him back tonight and say I won't make it? Or do I call him back tomorrow with a vague excuse (it is very rainy outside, and I fell painfully on the ice three times when I was out earlier) and scramble to apologize and make some other plans? If you have suggestions, I'd love 'em.
I do not want to like this guy, whether the feelings are requited or not! (Which I know for a fact they are not, and you know what? Simply mentioning these potential absent feelings on his or my part, I've given him and the situation too much thought. Fuck, I don't want these feelings!)
PS I am so unbelievably sore from falling on the ice. Once was when I landed on my right ass-cheek. I think that's what my big ass is really for, to soften the landing. Another time was when I landed on my right knee, which believe it or not, really fucking hurt. And finally, there was when I basically did the splits on the ice. (That fall-description reminds me: anyone else seen Benjamin Button? Saw it last night. My thoughts? Nice special effects!) For some reason, my arms hurt too....
