Date Night

Well, the date went off but it wasn’t without its hitches. The first hitch was that Mike text me to ask if we could postpone the date as he had an emergency to deal with. This was a couple of hours before we were supposed to meet but not before I had started to prepare for it! Now, I don’t know if it’s a ‘me’ thing, or a general ‘girl’ thing but in my mind he might as well have told me that he’d decided he didn’t fancy me afterall and that I was delusional for thinking that he would ever really go on a date with me! Ridiculous but true. So imagine my horror/delight when he then called the next day to apologise. His little brother had fallen out a tree and broken his arm and since Mike was the only one around, he was drafted in for hospital detail.

All that ice cream and self pity for nothing!

It actually worked out for the best (not that I’m glad Mike’s brother fell out a tree, you understand – he’s fine btw) but it gave me more time to decide on the best outfit to make it look like I hadn’t tried anything fancy as well as time to work off the tub of ice cream I’d scoffed! Oops.

So off we went to the pictures. We went to see some action flick that I can’t even remember the name of but at least it wasn’t a horror flick as I have been known to watch films with my eyes closed and scratch my ears so that I can neither see or hear anything remotely scary. Yes, I really am that much of a wimp!

In a gentlemanly gesture, Mike offered to get the sweets and popcorn (I couldn’t say no in case he somehow realised all the ice-cream munching that had gone on!) while I went to the ladies. With queues being so long I had time to wander around where only ticketed people can go to wait for Mike when suddenly I realised someone was talking to me. I turned around and who should be standing there but Freezer Boy himself. Mrs J’s grandson. The Pillock with a capital P.

I’m not entirely sure how the conversation started but I’m sure it was something along the lines of an accusation that I was here on my own on a Friday night. Not that there’s anything wrong with going to the pictures, or anywhere, on your own but I just didn’t like the way he said it with his little condescending smile. I told him, with no little bit of condescension of my own, that no, I was here on a date. He didn’t believe me and made no bones about telling me of this fact.

Now, as I’ve mentioned before, I am not one to be nasty to anyone except for in my head – I just don’t like confrontations. Probably because I suck at them but that’s not the point. I looked around desperately to see if Mike was about to come to my rescue but he was still holed up in front of the nacho counter so I was left alone with Freezer Boy as he said something else to me – something I clearly wasn’t listening to. I stared at him until I finally realised whatever he’d been saying to me was now finished and he was waiting for an answer/comment/punch.

Instead I said: I don’t think we should see each other anymore. Like I was dumping him or something. Total mortification. And I’m unfortunately not the sort of girl that does embarrassment with any sort of grace or aplomb. With my cheeks ready to grill meat and my eyes unable to meet his I still noticed that he was grinning at me. That man is so annoying.

He asks me why and I blurt out because he’s a pain in the keister and I just don’t want to deal with him anymore as he’s making my life ANNOYING! Woops for finally being able to be nasty to someone – even if they did deserve it. Looking back, he looked a little, not upset, but perhaps a little taken aback by my nastiness and I suddenly remember another reason I don’t like confrontations or being nasty to people. The guilt.

Mike chose that moment to come back from getting his nachos (and popcorn, sweets and a slush puppy – my God, the man’s a human hoover) and slung his arm around my shoulders. Now I normally would enjoy a good ol’ display of male testosterone and territorial-ness but this was obviously only one step away from coming over and peeing a large circle around me. Mike clearly wanted to show Freezer Boy who I was with but as he walked away I couldn’t help but feel guilty and mean. Especially since when we got into the actual theatre I realised that FB was obviously there on his own.

New note to self. Don’t assume people are being rude to you just because you don’t like them. Sigh.